Knowledge begat wisdom like the owl
Somehow the song's supposed to make sense, man
Dealing with these matters of the heart is like a chest pain
Always feel worse before it better
When seven herbs work together like
Leaning between woken and sleep like 'how?'
Paying way too much attention to a carbon palm print
Sometimes you got to get your arm bent
Just to shoot through the storm that came before the calm went
Living every minute like the first hours
Stay leaning between woken and sleep like 'how?'
Between woken and sleeping like 'how?'
Keep it on the creep, kid
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