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genelec - move lyrics

[hook]
genelec: move, leave deep tracks when i move
move, seek new paths when i move
move, let the breeze lead when i move
move, i got to be free when i move (2x)

[genelec]
i gotta, rearrange
find myself tangled in same – similar – mundane
what once was strange, now grips with familiarity
gotta be tearing the border cause it’s scaring me, i dislike change
and frost covered window panes
i’d rather be lost in the rain, i need change, i yearn for change
just some fluctuation
f-ck waitin’ up inside my little cable ready station
cause i’d rather be exploring the nation and touring the place where the city’s gritty and polished
the life’s demolished and upright, all of the sites
london to santa cruz, something i plan to do
cross the earth on the move, destination let the wind choose

[dan j]
never ever let the thoughts cause the proper friction
the lack of movement loses clock revolutions
wishful thinking wasting haste steals the taste, and i gotta peep the craving
i gotta make my mark stepping on the wet pavement
constructed constrictions holding victims imprisoned
in the prism of a red traffic light, blinding sights
crippled positions with shriveled dwindled visions
??? thoroughbred the fear of flight
we-e-ell this colorblind bird dreams of stop signs and blurs
was the first to leave the nest with no regrets
he left the rest to feel the crest of the wind’s breath
he holds it in his chest
never perched, i soar and searched with wing span from the diaphragm as i exam
over the head, and below the astro turf

[hook]

[memphis reigns]
??wake mine, great as rhyme
waits for not a single man
the unplanned spans scouring paths p-ssed throughout the land
yo ya chance to scan the global gr-ss falling upon ya head
now they slipping through the cracks of father time’s hourgl-ss hand
systematically cruising through the darkest jungles of thailand
striking with the force that’s splitting the hawaiian islands
it’s my hand, artifact for art in fact, is misinterpreted
direction of my path is now converted, coerced with
the traveling volume that shall explore
i’m dropping knowledge like they ain’t gonna risk the ocean floor
furthermore i hover through out of seance so quite connivingly
i’m embracing the melting pot of colors create on my society
i’m merely a camouflage curtain the hurting soul
see the world or get trapped in this version of truman show
it’s my turn, activate and circ-mnavigate the maze
manifest the m-n-script, i traveled sixty days

- genelec lyrics

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