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The Reversal Lyrics - Directors Of Photography - Dilated Peoples

When they change tones they go off the days on 

They go on I'm home 

I roam the Venice district by the time I hit 

My first chick, I was distant and aside from it 

I've had trust problems every month, it is now an issue 

My life as a dog is now wag the tail official 

Put a stage on the yacht, I'll rock the boat out in Bristol 

It's Dilated Peoples like we're made into a missile 

 

(Where they at? Sing along) 

 

That's my word, I met the best of the best 

And let me tell you they're herbs, I met the worst of the worst 

And those were people to meet, it's like the game's all reversed 

So I'm just working on me 

I'm miseducated, Lauryn Hill made it possible 

Undo anything I've known becomes the obstacle 

I'm trying to go blank and throw the old paintings out 

Garage sale, Sunday when the rain is out 

'Tis the season for no reason, time to let it go 

I didn't smoke today cause everybody's on that medical 

I'm on a schedule, maybe on a edible 

And history is to repeat itself then it ain't set in stone 

I never told my mom I would make it big 

I just said, "you'll be proud of your kid" 

"Fuck the world" is what my statement is 

I state my name then I state my biz 

And it's on 

 

(Where they at? Sing along) 

 

I captured moments and I never shook the Polaroid 

High as fuck, head in the clouds, I'm on that null and void 

Control the substance of my language, when I laid it out I said it's dangerous 

I said what goes around is coming back around in angles 

Lord forgive my sins 

From when the first one started till the last one ends 

For every time I thought about sales and spins 

Worship of a Benz and birds before friends 

Was certain when I came until the game and still the same today 

About the crowd I keep, sound the beats, about the moves I make 

About the rules at stake 

Moving with a jewel to take and still rock a gold chain 

For Slick Rick the Ruler's sake 

At times like these I hold my wallet tight and eye my tress 

Never saying that I'm out of my league 

I'm staying separate at six degrees and it's on 

 

(Where they at? Sing along) 

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