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from Feelosophy by Curt Kennedy

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I don’t know why you keep thinking that you are so better than me,

Now It seems that the tables have turned like the DJ’s spinning your beat

Saying don’t you wanna be, the people that were key, when they look back at history

Yag yag yag yag, it’s backwards they brag brag, Libraries they drag drag drag

Dag dads it’s worser then Baghdad, they got Betsy Ross mad, they tossing a false flag

Uncle Sam is Samantha, white people are black panthers, we went from having some standards to now it’s just standards standards

It used to be church planters but now it’s just nuts planters, we’re drowning immortality every city’s Atlantis.

Equality’s pro-sodomy, with a bit of androgyny but I would rather die before there’s ever a bottom me.

Hook
They screamed love and affection but then throw hate in my direction

All these horns like look antennas a foot on the grave, and one on bananas

I scream love and affection, but hate your sin with no discretion

Eternal life the signs ain’t looking vital, it’s your age so now you’re entitled


V2
I don’t know why I keep thinking that I’m so better than you,

DJ’s they been spinning my truth more than they spinning your true,

So what’s it supposed to be, you’ve known we disagree, from the dawn of humanity,

Mad mad mad mad but truthfully sad sad cuz I did you bad bad,

Dag dad, I babble on (Babylon) like Troops when in Baghdad, Been judging this sin like it’s bad bad it just doesn’t add add

Whatever then, you ain’t going to push me in a closet I never was in, forgiven is many sins

Was dreaming when I wrote this forgive me if it goes astray was in LA with Snoop and we drinking juice and some Tanqueray. Surrounded by people I never met but I knew I knew, a shoe kept dropping and on the side it said other shoe.

Hook
They screamed love and affection but then throw hate in my direction

All these horns like look antennas one foot on the grave, the other on bananas

I scream love and affection, but hate your sin and you with no discretion

Eternal life the signs ain’t looking vital, it’s your age so now you’re entitled


Hello believers, 3 ways y’all are responding I hear, Listen up

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from Feelosophy, released February 14, 2020

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