Black Clouds
The undertow is churning and curdling
I take a sip and pass it to the left
From maroon to a venomous hue
Yearning for a u-turn nevertheless
By design
Crooked fingers intertwine
(Yeah, yeah)
Rearrange, respawn, realign
(Yeah, yeah)
Shit tweaks like a mystique but ballistic
Take flight as I move through the red light
Aim sight, I'm a goon for the bassline
(Yeah, yeah)
Just a pinch of time till they're underneath
Aim to surf these black clouds over me
Let me set the mood for the odyssey
Call the finite attitude to the front, I see ya
Midnight hind sight kick a door in
Hive in the mind no warning
Vibrant tones deforming
Sight set right on curing
Bait temp fate im luring
Let me unwind, I'm not tryna hide
Think I found my groove in the satellite
Simmer simmer nope
Looking past not into the rope
I'm not tryna reconsider or cope
Just to catch a simmer glimmer of hope
By design
Crooked fingers intertwine
(Yeah, yeah)
Rearrange, respawn, realign
(Yeah, yeah)
Shit tweaks like a mystique but ballistic
Take flight as I move through the red light
(Yeah, yeah)
Aim sight, I'm a goon for the bassline
Just a pinch of time till they're underneath
Aim to surf these black clouds over me
I take a sip and pass it to the left
From maroon to a venomous hue
Yearning for a u-turn nevertheless
By design
Crooked fingers intertwine
(Yeah, yeah)
Rearrange, respawn, realign
(Yeah, yeah)
Shit tweaks like a mystique but ballistic
Take flight as I move through the red light
Aim sight, I'm a goon for the bassline
(Yeah, yeah)
Just a pinch of time till they're underneath
Aim to surf these black clouds over me
Let me set the mood for the odyssey
Call the finite attitude to the front, I see ya
Midnight hind sight kick a door in
Hive in the mind no warning
Vibrant tones deforming
Sight set right on curing
Bait temp fate im luring
Let me unwind, I'm not tryna hide
Think I found my groove in the satellite
Simmer simmer nope
Looking past not into the rope
I'm not tryna reconsider or cope
Just to catch a simmer glimmer of hope
By design
Crooked fingers intertwine
(Yeah, yeah)
Rearrange, respawn, realign
(Yeah, yeah)
Shit tweaks like a mystique but ballistic
Take flight as I move through the red light
(Yeah, yeah)
Aim sight, I'm a goon for the bassline
Just a pinch of time till they're underneath
Aim to surf these black clouds over me
Credits
Writer(s): Alexey Yakimov
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