Mag.Lo - a Little Bit

〉verse 1〉
You'll know where to go when the glow of the moon hits
I don't think know in this particular instance
You'll cry wolf so no one listens
all shall cave at grave persistence
What i mean's the symptoms are deepened imprints like hickeys under collared shirts
Tick like clocks that barely work
Big sandbox full of thoughts very rarely purged

〈hook〉
cut myself off from the world
For a little bit
For a little bit
For a little bit
Maybe we could
Link up, sync up
Whatever you think up
For a little bit
For a little bit
Gonna get lost in my thoughts for a little bit
For a little bit
For a little bit
For a little bit
Fallin' outta touch
No luck, no love
But i know it's all just
For a little bit
For a little bit
Verse 2:
Uhhh i ain't heard a sound like this in a little bit
Took a while had to get real intimate
Reconcile all the blocks in a pile to a thought to a beat to a smile to a talk
I woulda never had
I shoulda felt glad, but i don't at all
My soulmate left and he don't call
I rap like this on all my songs and
I just wanna kick with ones that i know best
But everybody has convictions
always on some regular shit
can't experiment everybody develops addictions
23, all my friends got commitments
Need a new town, and a new shipment
and i know that the only thing different
Is who's gonna break my heart
But for real it's not that bad
Just spoke with my dad
For the first time in a few years
Shed a few tears, i was on the toilet
and me and my nigga leo
Bump this in his automobile
on that future shit like miss cleo
I remind myself that i feel everyday

〈hook〉
cut myself off from the world
For a little bit
For a little bit
For a little bit
Maybe we could
Link up, sync up
Whatever you think up
For a little bit
For a little bit
Gonna get lost in my thoughts for a little bit
For a little bit
For a little bit
For a little bit
Fallin' outta touch
No luck, no love
But i know it's all just
For a little bit
For a little bit
〈verse 3〉
Internet fuckboy proxy bitches
Talkin' garbage
ate the plate but can't taste the garnish
Bare the fruits of my labor farmin'
Deeper into cerebral forest
Foreign language my escapade
Showin' up to work extra late
Fade away in these drainin' greetings
and petty problems
Reset
Hello how can i help today?
Hello how can i help today?
4 more days until i get paid
oh boy i can't wait
I got enough saved
Then i'm on that plane
and i won't look back
Tokyo who knows after that
I can't calculate aftermath
But maybe then i'll be zen for a little bit
For a little bit
For a little bit

〈outro〉
Ringing out a lyric, one day i'll throw the towel in
I got power in me but i'm coastin' off the flowers and i'm proud to be
Proud to be enlightened but it took a push
Past from what i could see for myself
I remember imagination
I remember the way these kicks hit
Had me lifted
out of phase like microphones shifted into awkward distance
The looping's faster than the clicks tick
We adjust, though