| Lisa | |
| Miscellaneous | |
| Breathe | |
| Breathe | |
| Lisa | |
| (Supernova) | |
| Woman of my own and tranquil key | |
| No I'm not just the L out of TLC | |
| Songstress for the longest | |
| Felt more adappa as a rappa | |
| Start to make what it seems | |
| It's more mind over matter | |
| Have fun | |
| Comin' with beats & rhymes | |
| But it's not so sweet in this light of lime | |
| Sometimes when you make it people get mad | |
| Throw buckets grab, backs get stabbed | |
| It was a hard struggle, meaning shit | |
| Now it's hard just tryin' to juggle this, among shit | |
| So people see the smile | |
| All the while I have an inner child | |
| That's cryin' denial (cry in denial) | |
| Cryin' no smile, cryin' with style of beguile | |
| In piles in aisles of niles | |
| Meanwhile seem so senile, fakes monsters | |
| I'm docile, fragile | |
| I show gentile smiles, I take it a mile | |
| People don't see the truth, in this booth | |
| Under my tongue, over my tooth (ah-ooohh) | |
| Eight nine spoof of my inner youth | |
| Innocence | |
| So just close your eyes | |
| And relax your mind | |
| As the sounds dig in your brain | |
| Now don't it feel so strange | |
| So just close your eyes | |
| And relax your mind | |
| As the sounds dig in your brain | |
| Now don't it feel so strange | |
| Just breathe and let it go (let it go) | |
| Just breathe and let it go (let it go) | |
| It seems right, do the math | |
| Sportin' laughs, bubble baths, autographs | |
| Awards and claps | |
| The glistenin' only comes if people listenin' | |
| But to a lyricist, chastising conniving, criticists | |
| Gotta earn your bliss, unchill your wrists | |
| I know you mince, add bills to rent | |
| So now you owe me | |
| That's why I'm so into it | |
| This tapestry | |
| Put you abstract, non-skilled folks can't see | |
| I hinted at them, add tracks | |
| Don't care if you're mad at | |
| I speak the past | |
| I speak rash spirits | |
| Universal, helped my lyric rehearsals of the here's | |
| Become an adult from peers, much fears, such tears | |
| Scorned from revelations dawn | |
| Things I do like, morning lawns | |
| I'm morning poems | |
| That now yawnin' on | |
| They're not spawning wands (they're not spawning wands) | |
| This here wand has a magic stick | |
| Throat-wise called the Larynx | |
| Helps me spill it, my utter of a mind | |
| I milk it | |
| So that it hits your back with spiritual parmalat | |
| I farm the black | |
| Spirit staff, Spirit staff, Spirit staff | |
| So just close your eyes | |
| And relax your mind | |
| As the sounds dig in your brain | |
| Now don't it feel so strange | |
| So just close your eyes | |
| And relax your mind | |
| As the sounds dig in your brain | |
| Now don't it feel so strange | |
| Just breathe and let it go (let it go) | |
| Just breathe and let it go (let it go) | |
| So just close your eyes | |
| And relax your mind | |
| As the sounds dig in your brain | |
| Now don't it feel so strange | |
| So just close your eyes | |
| And relax your mind | |
| As the sounds dig in your brain | |
| Now don't it feel so strange | |
| Just breathe and let it go (let it go) | |
| Just breathe and let it go (let it go) |
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