From Eddie Logix Plays Lykke Li -- download the album for free at eddielogix.bandcamp.com
from the jump, from the jump
man it felt so right
anytime, i would get wound up, see i'd simply decide
on the rhyme, or could it be,
some outer force decided the rhyme for me?
a phenomenon that would watch when i
rapped to the mirror, no microphone
unbeknownst to me, it made my vision clearer:
10 years running - never left me alone
whatever the situation,
started to write and i quit complaining
raw on the mic, i would spit so brazen
with onlookers saying, "the shit's amazing"
live shows, the reviews were rave and
i'm a lucky son of a gun to just say
all of this in the first place
now i work at a hell of a pace so my thoughts don't hurt me
let me suspend my disbelief,
please -- just for a second
i haven't got a clue where this is gonna lead
but i'd hate to concede to the pessimistic
they're in my periphery
it's not simple to keep 'em there
but i'm better than I was, and I know it's all mental
made some adjustments in pen
but there's so much to go that was left in pencil
my friendships decimated
and they're often in awe of the mess i made
walking' around, overly anxious
everyday, something else try'na test my patience.
and it don't stop
don't stop, don't stop
but i think, this is what i wanted all along,
try'na make a little dent, and yet i'm always coming back to..
man it felt so right
anytime, i would get wound up, see i'd simply decide
on the rhyme, or could it be,
some outer force decided the rhyme for me?
a phenomenon that would watch when i
rapped to the mirror, no microphone
unbeknownst to me, it made my vision clearer:
10 years running - never left me alone
whatever the situation,
started to write and i quit complaining
raw on the mic, i would spit so brazen
with onlookers saying, "the shit's amazing"
live shows, the reviews were rave and
i'm a lucky son of a gun to just say
all of this in the first place
now i work at a hell of a pace so my thoughts don't hurt me
let me suspend my disbelief,
please -- just for a second
i haven't got a clue where this is gonna lead
but i'd hate to concede to the pessimistic
they're in my periphery
it's not simple to keep 'em there
but i'm better than I was, and I know it's all mental
made some adjustments in pen
but there's so much to go that was left in pencil
my friendships decimated
and they're often in awe of the mess i made
walking' around, overly anxious
everyday, something else try'na test my patience.
and it don't stop
don't stop, don't stop
but i think, this is what i wanted all along,
try'na make a little dent, and yet i'm always coming back to..
