[Verse 1: Tropical Black]
My abilities weren't always deprived
There was a time of surplus and I thrived
Now I want to make some clever word play
But I'm forgetting all clever words to say
I'm missing the old management
The animation, messy, like granite
A clan of colors and sins that say it
All become together and thought albeit
Every character and stereotype legit
Helped me color my life and think as a soul
Ironic, they made me feel free, but they stayed on parole
Actions were thought more beforehand
And I am happy to say I only had them-others reprimand
[Chorus]
Honestly, I want to hold on (Strongly)
I always thought (Logically)
Because my figment always consulted more than me
They kept my mind on full slate
They filtered out ideas I couldn't separate
I hope the future connection was built taughtly
I appreciate the past built on these "toty"
Something so communal
Something so personal
That's become a part of me
[Verse 3: Tropical Black]
And there was
The happy, the sad, the often confused
The focused, the right, the game infused
Paired with anger, mischief, catch-22
There was a double of one, a single of two
There was a priest to remind me of my obligation
There was the trivial with the capitol of every nation
There was the polar opposite
He was always the same
He knew the game, he knew the game
At this point, what is sufficient
Until now, that was never efficient
Regarded by esotericae and others hardy sane
I apologize now! I took y'all in vain!
Esotericae, esotericae
He knew the game, He knew the game
[Chorus]
Honestly, I want to hold on (Strongly)
I always thought (Logically)
Because my figment always consulted more than me
They kept my mind on full slate
They filtered out ideas I couldn't separate
I hope the future connection was built taughtly
I appreciate the past built on these "toty"
Something so communal
Something so personal
That's become a part of me
[Verse 3: Tropical Black]
I am a walking vegetable
Comprised of fluids of impulse
But my life of nostalgia shouldn't run on nostalgia
If I'm new now, I'm made of what I was made of
Even if there's less pizzazz and kick
You may excuse that I'm getting older
The newly appreciated dullness will likely be constant
"Oh how I wish I wouldn't let you grow distant"
Because the connection was built taughtly
They thought like a committee
Adopted and named them "toty"
And I'll never forget what they taught me
[Chorus]
Honestly, I want to hold on (Strongly)
I always thought (Logically)
Because my figment always consulted more than me
They kept my mind on full slate
They filtered out ideas I couldn't separate
I hope the future connection was built taughtly
I appreciate the past built on these "toty"
Something so communal
Something so personal
That's become a part of me