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the thought - reoccurring dream lyrics

[verse: the thought]
i got a reoccurring dream of a forest fire closing in
watching off the balcony as flames approach
i don’t know what kind of meaning i’m supposed to find within
but i get the feeling that there’s nowhere we can go
there’s no reproach when i’m sleeping, even if i’m who’s to blame
staring in the face of mother nature, thinking sh+t’s a game
it’s arrogance i’m aiming, eryn’s saying the same
ain’t no hair of the dog that can wash it all away
the spinning cogs in my brain came across a monkey wrench
what a funky stench, like it’s diesel gasoline i’m drenched in
and i’d mention the bucket that i felt the need to clench
there wasn’t water and the faucet doesn’t work without a wrench
it’s really anybody’s guess
why this imagery i see when i try to get some rest
waken with my heart, steady beating out my chest
take a shower, get dressed, glad i didn’t feel the flame’s caress

[hook: the thought]
is it a subtle concern?
that i’m never moving quick enough to duck from a burn?
or is it something i earned?
never turn the other cheek until my weakness confirmed?
is it an ill omen?
portent of impending doom i leave myself open to?
or is something broken?
hoping that i never know the truth until it’s stolen my youth?
what ’bout you?
[verse: fadello]
my situation open visions with the endings being different
outcome always had me tripping, had me penning in submission
from the world falling apart, and i can’t seem to find the mission
was the world falling apart, or something inside that i’m missing?
these positions like the tension, but the room would tend to shrink
and the squeezing that it got, it made it hard for me to think
was raised to think emotion weak so half the time we nearly speak
but the words will always cease, until a n+gga hit a peak
the situation ain’t ordinary, a product of february
but this the obituary, it’s laid in a cemetery
i swear i won’t end up this, n+gga, that’s h+lla scary
i’m checking what’s on the list
and releasing what’s contrary to all the things that’s evident
hop up out the hole, took a toll, with some elegance
thought that sh+t was coming, we all under the same regiment
but treat me like a resident, you can’t always blame the president

- the thought lyrics

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