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Gold Gloves

 

Gold Gloves


Frinkling my nose
Stretching out my arms
Focusing my qi
Concentrating hard
Can't remember how (can't remember how)
Swear I knew before
Finally found the rocks
I don't know how to use 'em, though (how to use 'em, though)
Fist can fit the glove
Lifted it with love
No one escapes the hurt
Except Her or Him that sits above (sits above)
Y'all remember me? (Y'all remember me?)
Can't forget the snap
Thought I took a L
I came to give it back (came to give it back)
Helicoptered in
My name is on the paint
Here because you called
What is your complaint?

Wrinkling my nose
Stretching out my arms
Focusing my qi
Concentrating hard

Y'all's assemblin'? (So what?)
Five fingers, one gold glove
Five fingers, one gold glove
Five fingers, one gold glove
Y'all's assemblin'? (So what?)
Five fingers, one gold glove
Five fingers, one gold glove
Five fingers, one gold glove

Confidence assured (confidence assured)
Used to murder hoods
Clearly, I forgot
It's not like what I learned in books
Too concerned to look and think it my head
My helm is broken, my head is swollen
My goal is many dead
Nose is plenty red
Do I know a villain? Yeah
Maybe it's me
My gruesome body, my giant skull
And my eighty-seven teeth (eighty-seven teeth)
My home planet, I'm leaving it
It's the origin of my neediness
In my mind's eye, I'm a time-cop
That needs five rocks as ingredients

And I'm wrinkling my nose
Stretching out my arms
Focusing my qi
Concentrating hard
Can't remember how (can't remember how)
Swear I knew before
Finally found the rocks
I don't know how to use 'em, though (how to use 'em, though)

Y'all's assemblin'? (So what?)
Five fingers, one gold glove
Five fingers, one gold glove
Five fingers, one gold glove
Y'all's assemblin'? (So what?)
Five fingers, one gold glove
Five fingers, one gold glove
Five fingers, one gold glove

My space, my power, my time
My soul, my reality, and my mind
My space, my power, my time
My soul, my reality, and my mind

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