Reflections (ft Rachel Watts)

from Wipe Your Feet At The Door by Nuwanda

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I've reverted back to what I hate to staring at screens and screaming while I try to scrape up to the mountain top from which I used to spectate took too much time off hope it's not too late for me to shine gotta, get back on my grind gotta get my feet on the ground gotta relearn gotta rerhyme gotta be prime gotta get mine gotta smoke back up to cloud nine gotta, mine time with a pic and flip this hourglass of mine. Grab another book pull another page, pass another paper pause while I roll the sage, blow a kiss to Mary mage my mutated mirror mocks me as I thrash about in rage

It's crazy how long it takes for us to see our reflections and its crazy how fast it fucks with our digestion it's crazy how long we put off letting ourselves bloom it's crazy how fast we do flying in the face of doom

Coughing up a lung still holding a cigarette makes sense when I rhyme it I always rhyme it with regret stereotypes it suggests and my chest it congests was there a time you knew me when I didn't smoke, I forget. I can hear myself wheeze and there's shaking in my knees but I got that steez cause I rock Supreme when I drag I heave can't help exhale the pollution I breathe. The pollution I breathe. The sun is fit for rays I spit to slay emcees i roll the kief inside the leaf to get higher when I breathe and I'm brief so I'll say peace see ya on your knees

It's crazy how long it takes for us to see our reflections and its crazy how fast it fucks with our digestion it's crazy how long we put off letting ourselves bloom it's crazy how fast we do flying in the face of doom

Staring at my pic feel a little sick nothing shining from my many candle wicks a light over my head like a poser shining sun I thought that with this dung I was mother fucking done. 'Twas a trick these strings haven't been picked I can't write a lick this wand is just a stick this skull is getting thick bad habits have more adhesive when they're stuck like Katamari its hard to pick up the pieces at the bottom of the half glass the focus is empty, the only care is air, locked in a stare with our reflections how ugly are they getting paralyzed by upset stomachs waiting for the ending.

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from Wipe Your Feet At The Door, released July 19, 2013
Additional vocals by Rachel Watts

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Nuwanda Boston, Massachusetts

Bass player/Rapper out of Arlington, in the greater Boston area. Independent LP drops on July 19th. Wipe Your Feet At The Door. Influences for the record range from Watsky to Sublime to Twenty One Pilots.

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