cycles - Intellectual

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Feeling like satellites

Outta space, outta sight

Outta body, outta mind

Outta guesses how to find

Something that'll make me love

Something that won't leave me stuck

Down on life, down a pint

Letting go, I'm down to cry

Down to spark, found a light

This might be my dynamite

Overthinking, wish I could be dumb

Feel it all, but now I'm just too numb

I feel like practicing baby making

With women who Vogue adjacent

Whose only real purpose is to make sure that my mind is vacant

What am I really escaping

This now could use some replacing

I dance around all my trauma, I call it mindless behaving

Don't fit in certain spaces, but thank God I'm good at faking

Damn near ashamed to say I'm a bit late to paper chasing

But I'm tryna make some changes to be financially painless

I'm no slave to image, but would it help if I wasn't chainless?

Maybe that's just my ego talking, maybe that's just from people watching

Maybe I need to see more options, maybe I need to be more conscious

Of the way that I see my problems

This shit keep going round and round and