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Intro:
Pick up, Pick up...Pick up, Pick up...
Verse One:
Now I can't even think back. Self-induced amnesia has made its impact
Mental health produced at leisure was frayed once it was intact
I voluntarily refuse to remenisce
If I could choose any wish...I'd lose my genesis
And prove to my nemesis that I don't need Memory Lane on my way home
But I got lost and I needed a pay phone
Because I was in an unsafe zone...inside of a place unknown
Where unfamilliar faces roam (...and it's so strange)...
I've got no change...I could've sworn that I did when I left
My breath gets heavy with every lie and theft
I looked right and left...then I called people at my home collect
To tell them, "Things changed." But they just won't accept
I'm out of range...with no respect. Every time I asked for directions
All I got was dead air, cut lines, and bad connections
People who would help changed their number to unlisted
411 info left me unassisted. Wickedly twisted...
incidents. Is it coincidence? I choose to think so
Deep in thought, my eyes blink slow. Pictures appear like slide shows
My mind knows each and every single detail
Total recall is leaving me pale
Sick to my stomach...nautious...forces of nature bring my homing instinct
It's stink...is so distinct...now let me think...a minute
epiphany: This is the much traveled trail from my past
Now an unbeaten path...unfunny memories are now making me laugh.
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Verse Two:
Haaaaaa! The flashbacks of my past acts are numerous
Since out the uterus...Earth encounters ain't been that humerous
heheheheh...my laugh lines have been faked for the last time
I'm past my prime. Climaxing again is a task of mine
I'm homeward bound. Break out the map and atlas
I ask gas station attendants...and they just act pissed
I'm black listed...for not staying true to white lies
I fight lies...in darkness...heartless...until the nig
