Potemkin Village Voice (feat. Small Professor)

Let me ask you something

Do you believe that your dreams are your own?

Of course

Simple man, complicated needs

I'mma take the inanimate and make it bleed, just breathe

You're gonna feel a gentle squeeze

Hug the turns with little concern

The riddles of Buddha whittled down

Hold still, you're gonna feel a little burn

Dwellin' in the mire

Not buyin' what they sellin'

Shelter from the storm, are you sure

Are you sure?

Complicated man

Simple needs

Tryna reinvigorate the plant

Whispered to the seeds

Growth is s'posed to be uncomfortable, just look at me

Took the pilgrimage to make a name for himself

Chart the arc of Gilgamesh

Shared the way to ne'er-do-wells, well

If I didn't hear from you I'd assume you ain't say it yourself

Complicated plan from a simple deed

Oscillating fan formed a gentle breeze

Why the permanent brand for the rented steed?

I think I know what you mean

Gotta know when to hold em or let the instrumental breathe

More transitive and get the entropy

Affirmative at the lecture like, "Yes indeed"

Wade into the water thigh deep on my Knob Creek

Just not at arms reach, Godspeed

Tryna ration what's inside of me, reachin' my expiry

In a fashion which is timely

Appears a wave came crashing wildly

It brings me no pleasure to report this entirely but I write what I see

Simple man, indeed

I wanted someone to share my dreams with