Lyrics

I'm somewhat demented To beat the beast that reside in your essence You gotta ease into a side of you within That rarely sees any light Iridescent Becomes the soul of those who seek Fulfilling life's supposed to be So next time you down but rose to feet You're set up for all the hope you need Let's put poetry to the side for a minute Have a drink She with somebody, but gave me the wink And I'm way too, to be able to think Smokey room, felt a hand in the mist Night about to have a bit of a twist Hands in and out, she making sounds I feel like a ventriloquist Like a mobster, with the lines I crossed here Feelin' guilty, it's a lot to process But next mornin' she messaged boy I'm exhausted Wait, thought you with somebody, the fuck's this? Feelin' good, doin' right Caught in the middle Battle of good and evil, armageddon Sometimes you gotta head first into the shit-storm And hope if you're hit, that you skip a rock for a pebble Sometimes a symphony, sometimes a broken bow on a fiddle Sometimes a symphony, sometimes a broken bow on a fiddle Whatever hurtin' your soul better be Expressed out the chest in your notes readily Shit could clog up your mind unnecessarily Hence the utility of therapy Absolute morality is a hoax Right or wrong without the context is jokes Example: HP in a cloak Or PH in the story we told Pardon the lyricism I don't mean to bore you with the cynicism Let's take the key out, unlock the door And plow the driveway of all the snow Tequila shots will liberate us All blurry like a movie shot in Vegas Bamboléo our bamboléas, all the way up to the Himalayas Hands locked in, sweatin' out the toxins So much steam in the room like we hot-boxed it But next mornin' realized that she had blocked me Cuz she got a boyfriend, another case? fuck me Feelin' good, doin' right Caught in the middle Battle of good and evil, armageddon Sometimes you gotta head first into the shit-storm And hope if you're hit, that you skip a rock for a pebble Sometimes a symphony, sometimes a broken bow on a fiddle Sometimes a symphony, sometimes a broken bow on a fiddle
Writer(s): Pedram Hemati Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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