FREN

Guess it's you and me bro, we gon' be alright
We gon' wrap it together, gon' keep shit tight
In the end there was no resurrection in sight
Your redemption was waiting inside

Confined in their ordinary mind
Ignore peripheral love signs
Mingle inequity and connect like wind chimes
In fact it's a match unrivalled by most
A blood pact exactly, keep our vitals exposed
It bleeds when exposed, that's when it hurts the most
It's hell to see the next one make a tear in the sole
I fill up the bowl
Doc, tell me that it's only a mole
Hold, heaven almost up but you ain't ready to go
Cuz this wine heady and his body still bread-y
Really though
Slow cooking let it slide through your throat
Be the boat, be the only reason we afloat



Credits
Writer(s): Lukas Hermans
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