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Five O One, four fifteen
remnants that you left downstream
reflections of your memormy
so lucid you don’t have to dream
of who you are and who you’ve been
that stale love you left behind
you wanna live but it’s a sin
smoking on a cigarette
gone when it’s time to forget
peerin' through the rosy tint
you can’t lose and you can’t win
so give it all your best spin
Five o one, four fifteen
pages tearing from the seams
you once were big, but now you’re lean
you once had grime, but now you’re clean
And no one’s grass is turning greener
dreamin' of what could’ve been
when you were chock full of intent
now you’re grey and feelin' spent
sick of sitting on the fence
thinkin' God is heaven set
when you can barely pay your rent
so give it all you’re best spin