Four7
4 Minute reflection session
Don't find much but the impression
Bringing up a big talk, scraping up the chalk
Cant find the crosswalks
Refused to interlock, finding a national treasure a building block
Cant just sail off the docks
Bitch, I've walked
Filter the fuzz, carry it by the ton
The sunbeams chase after you, then I'm through, next up in queue with you
Distort your body, the rhetorical messages assorted and it's foggy
The disembodied teriyaki, I found the almighty
Ah yeah
I fucking hate this shit
Beat up my face, then you can start roll up and flip
Fantasies at the fingertips
Skinny dip in a bath full of bullets and loaded clips
Continuos stanzas
I'm tryna figure out what are your stances
On and on are these cold summers
Scream out the words but you really mutter
Hands in a clutter, hope you recovered
It's just your fucked up mind I remembered
It was severed
It was chopped with the finest blades
He's the jack of all trades, about to release some tapes
Going on and on, you'll keep doing this til dawn
4 And 7 the windows will open, and then ill live on
4 And 7 the windows will open, and then ill live on (live on echoes
New MCs revealing 7 fees
2 Clicks and it's perfect, running the circuits
Tricks, the grips of eclipse
New MCs revealing 7 fees
2 Clicks and it's perfect, running the circuits
Tricks, the grips of eclipse.
Eclipse
I am getting better
I keep running out of time
Don't find much but the impression
Bringing up a big talk, scraping up the chalk
Cant find the crosswalks
Refused to interlock, finding a national treasure a building block
Cant just sail off the docks
Bitch, I've walked
Filter the fuzz, carry it by the ton
The sunbeams chase after you, then I'm through, next up in queue with you
Distort your body, the rhetorical messages assorted and it's foggy
The disembodied teriyaki, I found the almighty
Ah yeah
I fucking hate this shit
Beat up my face, then you can start roll up and flip
Fantasies at the fingertips
Skinny dip in a bath full of bullets and loaded clips
Continuos stanzas
I'm tryna figure out what are your stances
On and on are these cold summers
Scream out the words but you really mutter
Hands in a clutter, hope you recovered
It's just your fucked up mind I remembered
It was severed
It was chopped with the finest blades
He's the jack of all trades, about to release some tapes
Going on and on, you'll keep doing this til dawn
4 And 7 the windows will open, and then ill live on
4 And 7 the windows will open, and then ill live on (live on echoes
New MCs revealing 7 fees
2 Clicks and it's perfect, running the circuits
Tricks, the grips of eclipse
New MCs revealing 7 fees
2 Clicks and it's perfect, running the circuits
Tricks, the grips of eclipse.
Eclipse
I am getting better
I keep running out of time
Credits
Writer(s): Jack Yanover
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.