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Teasing The Thread
02:55
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Move through in the night
Move through in the day
And as each falls away
I’m going where the water tastes like wine
And imma stay
And imma stay
Oh see we’re teasing the thread through
Not enough to hold or dig your fingers into
Lesser chance to break, but safer how?
Oh breath me, see where you left it
When you close your eyes and touch with needing only
How the stone it sets with cracks in now
Tryna make some semblance
of a positive step forward
I make my money spend it on me
On shit I ordered
Come to the point
Just to speak to the clear
Like now I am ready
And imma stop and be here
Empty and wait
For the nothing to hear
The world’s word as a tension
A single note in the air
Oh see we’re teasing the thread through
Not enough to hold or dig your fingers into
Lesser chance to break, but safer how?
Oh breath me, see where you left it
When you close your eyes and touch with needing only
How the stone it sets with cracks in now
You cast me hollow
So I’m just a shell of when you knew me
Entered in armoured up and
Left fully seen, opened both hands
But then the image flipped right round
You would see me the background and sat down
Withdrawn with full force and no bones
You went overseas with our love it seems
So god knows
Oh see we’re teasing the thread through
Not enough to hold or dig your fingers into
Lesser chance to break, but safer how?
Oh breath me, see where you left it
When you close your eyes and touch with needing only
How the stone it sets with cracks in now
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2. |
Episode
02:41
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(Holding up)
(On the road)
I been on my schemes
On organic beats (any means)
Rolling like three man deep (that’s my clique)
It’s just comfy to me
Hold it down around the grounds of foes
When all the hounds of hell in my head are home
Fought our ground and found our corner stones
Pound for pound you’d call it an episode
Fought some inner things
Sights on bigger beings
Sought to heal without
But need to seal my skin
I take pleasure in my transformations
I look quiet and consistent natured
But im in the fire trap of my own making
Affording weight to many, they be my makers
Still we stay one foot in the rave
and keep a hand in the mix
And now the groundwork stay layed
Like the edges on Twigs
Until the revenue big
Until the paradigm shift
Until my name on the lips
Of every critical kid
The letters of my name are written under the lids of the newborn child
Or as I tell myself
Conditions of the game make pleasant and make plain of the life we found
And so we blend with crowds
Hold it down around the grounds of foes
When all the hounds of hell in my head are home
Fought our ground and found our corner stones
Pound for pound you’d call it an episode
Fought some inner things
Sights on bigger beings
Sought to heal without
But need to seal my skin
All that you see in me
Wish you could see without
All the peripheries
That bleed into my mouth
If i could take no mind
Then i would take that route
But i’m a slave to my doubt
I’m tryna ease it out
The letters of my name are written under the lids of the newborn child
Or as I tell myself
Conditions of the game make pleasant and make plain of the life we found
And so we blend with crowds
Hold it down around the grounds of foes
When all the hounds of hell in my head are home
Fought our ground and found our corner stones
Pound for pound you’d call it an episode
Fought some inner things
Sights on bigger beings
Sought to heal without
But need to seal my skin
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3. |
Putting On Airs
02:30
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4. |
Nothing Sacred
03:42
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