Dogeared (feat. Kapwani)

[00:03.22] La-la, la-la
[00:06.23] La-la, la-la
[00:09.18] La-la, la-la
[00:12.26] My love runs deep
[00:18.44] I feel so many things
[00:23.81] Losing the pride, turning back the pages
[00:26.10] Asked if I would trade it all, like please be kind, rewind
[00:28.92] We're not talking impossible matters, it's all chutes and ladders
[00:32.59] The patterns never more apparent, blaring
[00:35.35] Peace scatters after death strokes, next notes
[00:38.32] Sour to the tongue, alive with pleasure
[00:40.61] Kelly green and mandarin orange
[00:42.83] Who I'm is? Who I'm aren't?
[00:45.49] Everything justified when you starving, right?
[00:48.17] Hands of chance, buried lambs to not be spotted in darkness, night
[00:52.25] Twice, thrice, feeling spiteful
[00:54.74] It's always "Where you going?"
[00:56.12] And never just "I'm right here with you" (that's fair)
[00:59.55] Part of keeping your word isn't saying much
[01:01.80] Three-legged, stray expectation
[01:03.88] Lapping ankles under shaky tables
[01:05.67] Change your tone, grab my things, I'm gone
[01:08.29] I'm off, I'm mostly on
[01:09.95] If not for you, then who's it for?
[01:12.19] I still will where I want, I'm okay with nothing
[01:15.23] That's not my only problem
[01:16.86] Numbers on the board, another mark in the column, park
[01:19.37] In front of me, under me
[01:24.11] Behind me, above me
[01:27.15] In front of me is what I see
[01:30.16] Feel me, feel me, feel me
[01:34.03] She finished her drink and looked at me inquisitively, asking
[01:37.08] "What's the role of a poet in times in like these?"
[01:39.24] I never answered, but it stuck with me all week
[01:41.99] Riding the bus, fixing something to eat
[01:44.32] Putting the kids to sleep, walking the streets at night, burning a tree
[01:48.14] Drafty windows got me turning up the heat
[01:50.58] Downstairs neighbor called about a leak
[01:52.85] Mikayla called, we talked 'til three in the morning
[01:55.03] My agent called about touring
[01:56.63] I dreamt of boats loose from their moorings
[01:58.99] We'll see if they're sea-worthy, we'll see
[02:01.15] I took the Ford to Fulton, transferred to the three
[02:03.95] We'll see what washes up on the beach
[02:05.58] Galoshes on, he leaps into puddles with both feet on the way home
[02:09.52] Bacon grease by the stove for frying eggs, hash potatoes
[02:12.71] I'm smoking in bed, scrolling my phone
[02:14.81] Novel on the nightstand untouched
[02:17.05] Sleight of hand, past moments of dread
[02:18.96] Spider-Man perched alone on the ledge
[02:21.22] Mask off like Future
[02:22.82] Rain sluicing through gutters
[02:24.54] Lovers searching, the bar is dark
[02:26.22] Cars double-parked, out-of-state license plates
[02:29.38] Chin-ups on scaffolding, pull up (what's happening?)
[02:32.13] She said, "You got an answer for me yet?"
[02:34.13] I said, "I'm still grappling"
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