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stormitive – yessir lyrics

[intro]
this isn’t what you thought it was!
this isn’t what you thought it was!
this isn’t what you thought it was!
this isn’t what you thought it was!

[verse 1]
the brain goes on it’s own path
my own spirit and drive only contribute half
from my brain i’m far, though i’m always near it
without further adieu, let’s hear it
it’s the pink matter in stormitive’s head
i have plenty of fears, be absorbed in the bread
man, everybody on that money sh-t
that’s funny, b-tch
my hungriness
is coming in!
keep wondering!
keep self-punishing!
(sigh)
absorbed in what you made since my early days of youth
horrid different traces that would prove what i could do
i couldn’t ever make it if i couldn’t ever move
so i’m moving it and shaking it, awakening the truth, whoa

[verse 2]
and sometimes i ponder
what medium or genre suits this message
this combination of particles made art
unless ideas are wind, without care, whim, or heart whoa
is it art, painted, drawn, or said
poemed and measured, wrote for pleasure
archived away in the stormitive notaries
shoes, boats, carriages, rotaries, no
hopefully not
the only showboat thing will be me as i rock
not my yacht. not boughting awful things
whose genre is locked agh
i couldn’t ever prove it to you
i couldn’t ever lose it to you
my imagination invitations give me
crazy things they’re making that f-cking blaze me and amazingly forward my truth…to you

[verse 3]
archived away in the stormitive notaries
there’s some doper beats
those words come in fleets
i’ve prepared them, i wear them
i share them, there’s hope for me
there’s hope for me
so much hope, i’m floating like i’m supposed to be
levitation maybe, but mostly i’m posting open sheet
music with these operas, always know there’s hope for me
well, hopefully not. i have
been so chosen, living close to the shops
living close to the love, those family and friends
i’ve had so much pleasure, taken more than my share, d-mn
i’m prepared to pay my great debts
owe my life to the music, owe my life to my friends
owe my life to the mic, owe my life to the world!
so i’m prepared, girl!

- stormitive lyrics

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