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Art Imitates Wife
02:52
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1. Art Imitates Wife
Written and composed by G'Ra Asim
She’s got one over me
That makes me underachieve
Yet I never believe her performance
She can’t leave me alone
But claims no body owns
Her skin, bones and soap opera organs
Slight of figure and
She’s fond of sleight of hand
She keeps her fingers crossed
When she’s showing me her promised land
We declare ourselves a minor threat
‘Cause we still don’t know our majors yet
With a cigarette lit
She shoots from the hip
And I’m getting caught with that smoking gun
She’s known to flap her gums
Until her trap is sprung
She kidnaps my tongue
For a ransom
Then we’re taking flight
We only fly by night
While I’m poised to write
Down these anthems
Slight of figure and
She’s fond of sleight of hand
She keeps her fingers crossed
When she’s showing me her promised land
We declare ourselves a minor threat
‘Cause we still don’t know our majors yet
With a cigarette lit
She shoots from the hip
And I’m getting caught with that smoking gun
You know what’s hell on me?
(No matter how many years that I give her)
The other people we should see
(I know it’s never gonna deliver)
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Speak Too Soon
02:57
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2. Speak Too Soon
written and composed by G'Ra Asim
I walk these streets a wraith
A hop, skip and a jump away
But short the leap of faith
It takes to let you know
That talk is cheap these days
And love is just a passing craze
But when I meet your gaze
I’m basking in the glow
If I had the nerve
Somewhere in reserve
I’d take a breath and say
That you’ve got the touch
I long for so much
And you take my breath away
But if it came to that
Would you speak too soon?
Would you turn your back?
Would you leave the room?
‘Cause with my dreams intact
What can I do
But start from scratch
And be with you?
I’ll chalk this up to fate
With half a mind to call you late
A fifth that’s taken straight
And a taxi cab window
So give these sheets a taste
Of my arms wrapped around your waist
And secrets I’d keep safe if you’d only say it’s so
If I could reverse
The gift and the curse
That kept us on the fence
I’d get you alone
And sweetly atone
For all of the suspense
But if it came to that
Would you speak too soon?
Would you kiss me back
Would you leave the room?
‘Cause with my dreams intact
What can I do
But start from scratch
And be with you?
Call off the search
You know I’m here
The last place that you’d look I fear
Wishing won’t work
I’m more than clear
Just give me a moment to have your ear
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