The Flexible Unreliability of Time & Memory Lyrics

The Flexible Unreliability of Time & Memory Song Lyrics

[Verse 1: E L U C I D]
I wore the same thing yesterday
All white, more dingy
Head full of lightning
A signal in the noise
Fake trees in the Apple store
A double portion of protection for me and my niggas
I'm tryna only say what's necessary
Should I play it again?
But no, we asked already
Many multiplicities
I'm living every mystery
I'ma come if you send for me
Under the moon in a place to bury
Sweating through silk, feeling small
It's but a moment, but I owed me more
Not like they said it in that OC song
When can a nigga really run to?
Far and wide, at thе same center still
I feel a way about proving my idеntity to robots
You niggas smoke computers
I only have one job
Oh you still do that? Oh you still unsigned?
You don't work, you don't eat
I'm the one, right?
I was in my white tee too
My dunks second-hand
Blackout summer
The dutch was never dead
I would run it back again
I would run it back again
(I would run it back again
I would run it)

[Refrain: E L U C I D]
Certainty is a circle, I don't believe you
Certainty is a circle, I don't believe you
Certainty is a circle, I don't believe you
Certainty is a circle, I don't believe you
It's a circle, I don't believe you
It's a circle, I don't believe you
It's a circle, I don't believe you
I don't believe you

Certainty is a circle

[Verse 2: billy woods]
I read the paper even though they tell me not to
I get the paper, don't need no how-to
Doubt you, but I been wrong before
House shoes on tatami floors
A house divided, pick sides for the civil war
Like pickup ball
Half-court, four on four
Speak to me like it's a court of law
Strike it from the record if it's not something you did or saw (I wasn't there, dog)
My records spin like a band saw
My record speak for itself, don't try to add-on
I suggest you leave the police sketch half-drawn
Like you realized they describing Allah
The choice was: Kevin Samuels or Dr. Umar
Gentlemen, the choice is yours
But I assure you Jimmy Baldwin not coming through that door (Sorry)
Choose the ball or the sword
Liquid pour, my cup runneth over, I still feel poor
I put money in the floor
I put money in the wall
I put money towards getting the door reinforced
I slept on the floor, thin blankets, coarse
Self-pity always stows away inside remorse
Gun butt the teeth out of every gift horse
[Outro: FIELDED + sample (?)]
Certainty

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