Yo . . .
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This beautiful blend,
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I knew her through a mutual friend,
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she was a work of art, part of my heart from back then,
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a brown skin singer witha knack, for actin',
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Alana's soul attraction,
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just fractionally based on surface,
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I got into her mental on purpose,
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and with alertness as I flirt with her emotion,
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walls we built up out of nervousness was broken,
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I reminisce on how this Black Thought had her open
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with the energy that got the whole summertime smokin',
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very hypnotized,
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when it was time we spent time,
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it's no way to rewind or prevent time from slippin' away like day,
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into the dark and the way that things fall apart,
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will make some start to feel more,
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weak or insecure,
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but for whatever reason our relationship remained mature,
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even when she caught feelin's 'cuz I stay on tour,
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as I reflect on before and recap, the situation,
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I guess, from experience, comes education,
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we set on a path to opposite destinations it's best,
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to chalk it up and add it to the elevation than eventually
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flow off, to lost communication,
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I called,
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but lost all information,
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and with time forgot it,
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it's not like I'm all in tears about it,
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but the fact of the matter remains that I miss the Hypnotic
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You're my shinin' star,
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no matter where you are,
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for the world to see,
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what you truly be,
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You're my shinin' star,
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no matter where you are,
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for the world to see,
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what you truly be,
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what you truly be
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Yo, she was the Hypnotic,
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and potent as a narcotic,
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the bizarre logic of it all,
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is why the clock tick, pages of the calendar flip,
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we can't stop it,
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time will either tell the tale or turn a love toxic,
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now was she real,
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or an illusion of this optical confusion with
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the accent of Ancient Egypt,
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or could it be that she's the one I was supposed to be with
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and together walk this twisted, staircase to something realistic,
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damn, her lips havin' me addicted to her presence,
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front page material on Essence, a queen,
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imperial before her adolescence,
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amd as she grew into a woman she became refined,
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I never knew another like her in my lifetime,
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so now I travel through a tunnel of space,
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without a place, on the face of this earth,
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with this pain gettin' worse,
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drivin' me insane or atleast I'm touchin' the brink,
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of sanity to think of how I can link, or contact her,
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I was a fool before but more wise after the fact,
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I'm analyzin' how I'm wantin' her back,
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and wonderin' exactly where she could be on the map,
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I'm just sittin' here spinnin' the world on one finger,
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reoccuring thoughts of this brown skin singer,
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Yo, the psychotic, the hypnotic,
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Yo check it out, the most melodic Hypnotic
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(4x)
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You're my shinin' star,
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no matter where you are,
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for the world to see,
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what you truly be,
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The Hypnotic (remix)
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The Roots |