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Prop Joe's Clock Repair Shop

 

Prop Joe's Clock Repair Shop

(альбом: Things That Happen At Day // Things That Happen At Night - 2013)


I've got a proposition
You should stop and listen
Time is an inward intuition
You peek from the third
I gaze from my fourth
While all things are known to be a priori
You're a slave to the newest
I ponder time travel reading David Lewis
Let me elaborate
A man like me bows to no magistrate
Rap is certainly impractical
Too lazy to generate a counter factual
Existence itself is a pipe dream
Time for another bowl of ice cream
I think I need to pray
I was sobbing in line at the Chinese buffet
Chuch

I sat still in my Birkenstocks
Surrounded by broken clocks
And began to ponder what you could not
I sat still in my Birkenstocks
Surrounded by broken clocks
And began to ponder what you could not
I sat still in my Birkenstocks
Surrounded by broken clocks
And began to ponder what you could not
I sat still in my Birkenstocks
Surrounded by broken clocks
And began to ponder what you could not
Filth

I'm on YouTube searching ODB clips
Fools email me for Mr. Gyogi tips
I don't have the answers
Sat in the front pew, hands like a praying mantis
May God bless your stacks
I am a walking tesseract
With the professor's swag
I'm nearly in my final form
I don't have to mine the internet for porn
I don't have to mine the internet anymore
Put flowers in my hair like Adrian Adonis
I don't really care my dude I'm pompous
Burn
Ate the whole stash of senzu beans
Then I licked the platter clean
And proceed to construct you're a matter in a dream
The world is my idea
This axiom is self evident
I call upon myself as my only evidence
I created giraffes
Right before I gave myself a mustache

I think I need to pray
I was sobbing in line at the Chinese Buffet
Chuch
I think I need to pray
I was sobbing in line at the Chinese Buffet
Word

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