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I think this is the prettiest song on the album. It has a great melancholic feel and a killer hook. Some of my favorite work from Tha TruthTella (and that's saying a lot), and some of my best rhymes.

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VERSE 1: 
Her daddy raised her, till that word became its homonym 
She should have a champion belt the way she fought with men 
Keeps her outside pretty polished while she rots within 
Smoke plenty trees, but she ain't down with chopping them 
A green girl, trying to make the world last 
I swear the sun winked at her as we hurled past 
World-class words fall bluntly from her mouth like she purled that 
Scars tell a dark story traced across this girl's back 
She's goin far from home with tales of astronauts and throwing stars 
Broken bars around her heart and now she's prone to start shit 
Focused all of her attention on the market, 
Now she makes her living keeping books straight for the art department 
Take time, it was written waist high on the ceiling 
Of her mind, but she didn't listen--life's unkind 
Now she hides herself in her room just to unwind 
Smoke in the air, curtains drawn against the sunshine. 

HOOK: That's just the way it goes... [x4] 

VERSE 2: 
She's a queen getting schemed on by pawns and rooks 
Who judge her story by the picture on the book 
Like light, she's a fixture at the coffee nook, 
Sketchin portraits of the hipsters, cops, and crooks 
I stopped to look, not knowing I was rubber-necking, 
Didn't see the train wreck yet, but I was checkin 
If she had a second to listen to the words that I was spitting, 
I was smitten and she had me in a headspin, 
So we broke bread with coke-heads known to tote lead, 
While they promote dread, she spoke of hope instead 
Poured liquor to toast dead friends with eyes the most red, then 
She'd tilt her head back to drink while her nose bled. 
Her close friends and foes will sure spread more 
Stories than a wrecking ball, yo, what are friends for? (friends? foes?) 
She got caught, but the trap never broke her, 
Even though now I pour out liquor to toast her. 

HOOK 

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from Spare Thoughts, released September 13, 2019

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Tom Swifty New York, New York

Born in Springfield, Illinois, and raised in the southern Midwest of Missouri, Ezra Stead became Tom Swifty in Minneapolis when he began rapping live and recording quality tracks over ten years ago. Before that, they were... not so quality. Back in Minneapolis after 10 years in NYC, Swifty's latest albums prove that he's never been better. ... more

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