Luv(sic), Pt. 6 (Uyama Hiroto Remix)

Yeah, I met a metaphorical girl in a metaphysical world

Now you got me daydreaming, sleeping in a curl

Her name on my tongue, a fresh flavor, yup

Whenever she popped up, put a swirl on my cone

I used to rap like I had some marbles in my mouth

But the stones turned precious when they all came out

On a string of deep thought that could never be bought

Body rock, don't stop, bebop to hip hop

Cold as ice, so I stared as they thawed to the floor

What was left, a shoestring budget on call

Then these new styles came along

Some on to the next, on some other hit, their own trip

Colors faded on airbrushed centerfolds, dated

Make you feel old and jaded, the goal was to make it and we made it

But we didn't know how to keep it like nice kicks that wouldn't fit

Only way was to box it up and duct tape it up

Store it underneath the bed and open it up

Once in a blue moon, think about a cool ending

To a story that ended too soon

Gotta bring back the feeling, I'll do anything not to be stuck on fiending

A pen can be sharper than a scalpel to a patient

To an open heart, it's a daily operation

After six comes seven and eight, access code to the pearly gates

They say Heaven can wait and you speak of fate

A finale to a play for my mate

I see the angels draw the drapes over the earthscape

Where the wine is the spirit of grapes

Gotta finish what we started, so I cut the date

As our records will stay on rotate

You say a circle is a flawless shape, every part equal distance from the center

On the arc without a start or a finish, a line on a loop carries weight

A freight train runs unabated

Views vanish from my point vantage, passages come in and out

How I remember your antics, still alive 'cause I said it

Laugh at it to, unless we did it, till they see the name in credits

A labor of love, you mean slavery, surely, it's been quite savory

Crepe on the balcony, verbal alchemy, pure magic when she touches me

I read that love is kind but it's also blind of any style

You profess, you could be my guest

Happiness is a hot potato that you can't possess for long

Just pass it on like a song

I might look calm and collected at a glance

But I taste the void when I'm not connected

To the world kinetic, as opposed to static

Idle hands, the workshop of a modern day addict

On a hot streak for inspiration is key to feed the mind in need of stimulation

Elevator music to the space station, penthouse of stars a-blazing

After six comes seven and eight, access code to the pearly gates

They say Heaven can wait and you speak of fate

A finale to a play for my mate

I see the angels draw the drapes over the earthscape

Where the wine is the spirit of grapes

Gotta finish what we started, so I cut the date

As our records will stay on rotate