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Library - Judeo
Baby, on my soul
Quiet life
Stacks in a row
Marble floor smell of leather in the hall
Got a wing full of books I ain't read at all
Go-kart tucked in the first edition spine
Every shelf another flex, every volume dollar signs
Yeah, I'm light, though, but the ceiling's run high
You can hear my footsteps, but you never see me slide
Whisper in the aisles from the deals that I signed
Every page turning got a number on my mind
Welcome to my library
Every row another story that I never got to tell
Put the past in the back library
Top shelf locked up, doing numbers in a cell
All these chapters that I carry
Turned pain into paper, now it weigh too well
Welcome to my library
Quiet in the room, but the life loud as hell
They can't copy of the first time I loved
Pressed like a flower, I could quote every gloss
Got a ledger in the margin, little notes to myself
Never trade peace, just a flex on the shelf
Leather bound, low, with the dust on the lips
Sign my name on the cover, then I watch you exit
Put the keys in the safe, put the safe in the floor
All these volumes on my visor, still on my asking for more
Index full of indiscretion
Filed under it is what it is
Glossary of all my obsessions
Folded in the bag with the list
Table of contents, read like a wishlist
Everything I wanted, turned into a business, yeah
