作词 : Mac
作曲 : Mizzy Mauri
My fingers got caught in my dreads
My fingers got caught in my dreads
My fingers got caught in my dreads and I slipped on my lace when I walk in door
I mumble my words and the suns in my eyes
I cant hear a thing but your smile and your size
Bout 49 days until you found me down here
At the base of your element
You are my surrogate
And I am you your you
And you are my truth
My anaconda don’t want none of yo ********
Bodies on bodies, I saw my pictures In the hieroglyphs
Ephermal cycle right here is just a field trip
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My fingers got caught in my dreads and I slipped on my lace when I walk in door
I mumble my words and the suns in my eyes
I cant hear a thing but your smile and your size
Bout 49 days until you found me down here
At the base of your element
You are my surrogate
And I am you your you
And you are my truth
My anaconda don’t want none of yo ********
Bodies on bodies, I saw my pictures In the hieroglyphs
Ephermal cycle right here is just a field trip
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j’ai pas
de nostalgie
d’une vie antérieure incarné en vassal
j’ai pas
voie posthume j’agis
encerclé par les cycles je recycle mes mains sales
condamné quand je gicle je nettoie mes mains sales
la doctrine est mortelle
comme une épine dorsale
engluée condamnée à jaillir comme dorcel
My anaconda don’t want none of yo ********
Bodies on bodies, I saw my pictures In the hieroglyphs
ephermal cycle right here is just a field trip
33
My fingers got caught in my dreads and I slipped on my lace when I walk in door
I mumble my words and the suns in my eyes
I cant hear a thing but your smile and your size
My fingers got caught in my dreads
My fingers got caught in my dreads
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