If you only had a minute and a half to forge a path
Through uncertain algorithms, would you have made an Ave
Add a venue, with a crowd, would the math
Add up to the sum of experiences that
Made you laugh, made you cry
Make you crawl, make you walk, make you run
Make you fly, make you fall
Would the journey be worth it at all?
When all your dancing is done
Will they say that you still had a ball?
Onlookers will ogle and stall
Like literal flies on a wall
Screaming and yelling for you to stand tall
Forcing your every and all
Waiting for the curtains just to call out
Boos is really all that you got
When being drunk on the funk
Has you high like several keys on a kite
Electrified by the time that's
Left on the clock
Realizing that there's more to say
More systems to shock
Or would the whale open up wide
And swallow you whole?
Leaving you Joes with nah's
Only God to pray to
Could you play through forest trees
Knowing they do not believe
That your fruit stay hanging in trees
(Please)
Tomatoes redder than paint
Spilled on the canvas
While your man is
Jaded by brakes
To his hippocampus
It's rancid
How cyclical tendencies
Thwart the chances of answers
Found only in masses
Through hectic trances
Looking for slanted and, granted, manic
Ways to turn ridicule
Into perfect standing
To turn the eyes to the ides
And provide shift in the tides
'Til your 90 seconds are up
And stars are watching your lies
Authentic Intelligence - The Tomato Experiment Lyrics
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If you only had a minute and a half to forge a path
Through uncertain algorithms, would you have made an Ave
Add a venue, with a crowd, would the math
Add up to the sum of experiences that
Made you laugh, made you cry
Make you crawl, make you walk, make you run
Make you fly, make you fall
Would the journey be worth it at all?
When all your dancing is done
Will they say that you still had a ball?
Onlookers will ogle and stall
Like literal flies on a wall
Screaming and yelling for you to stand tall
Forcing your every and all
Waiting for the curtains just to call out
Boos is really all that you got
When being drunk on the funk
Has you high like several keys on a kite
Electrified by the time that's
Left on the clock
Realizing that there's more to say
More systems to shock
Or would the whale open up wide
And swallow you whole?
Leaving you Joes with nah's
Only God to pray to
Could you play through forest trees
Knowing they do not believe
That your fruit stay hanging in trees
(Please)
Tomatoes redder than paint
Spilled on the canvas
While your man is
Jaded by brakes
To his hippocampus
It's rancid
How cyclical tendencies
Thwart the chances of answers
Found only in masses
Through hectic trances
Looking for slanted and, granted, manic
Ways to turn ridicule
Into perfect standing
To turn the eyes to the ides
And provide shift in the tides
'Til your 90 seconds are up
And stars are watching your lies
Through uncertain algorithms, would you have made an Ave
Add a venue, with a crowd, would the math
Add up to the sum of experiences that
Made you laugh, made you cry
Make you crawl, make you walk, make you run
Make you fly, make you fall
Would the journey be worth it at all?
When all your dancing is done
Will they say that you still had a ball?
Onlookers will ogle and stall
Like literal flies on a wall
Screaming and yelling for you to stand tall
Forcing your every and all
Waiting for the curtains just to call out
Boos is really all that you got
When being drunk on the funk
Has you high like several keys on a kite
Electrified by the time that's
Left on the clock
Realizing that there's more to say
More systems to shock
Or would the whale open up wide
And swallow you whole?
Leaving you Joes with nah's
Only God to pray to
Could you play through forest trees
Knowing they do not believe
That your fruit stay hanging in trees
(Please)
Tomatoes redder than paint
Spilled on the canvas
While your man is
Jaded by brakes
To his hippocampus
It's rancid
How cyclical tendencies
Thwart the chances of answers
Found only in masses
Through hectic trances
Looking for slanted and, granted, manic
Ways to turn ridicule
Into perfect standing
To turn the eyes to the ides
And provide shift in the tides
'Til your 90 seconds are up
And stars are watching your lies
Writer: Daniel Hall
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid