Cutie Carousel - Pulses. Cut

Its Pulses. baby

Do we know who starts the fires
Do we know who fills the seas
Who speaks to what transpires
Who contemplates the means

They don't understand the
I can't believe that they would
Intricate designing
Why can't they see that it's good
Gargantuan progression
Held back by tantamount obsession
And I know that I'm right at the brink of something

A total waste of time

So tell me, baby
What's been going on
You haven't been tweeting lately
No notifications
Contemplating
Is it something I've done wrong

You only
You only know
Just what you need to know to
Ebb and flow
Seed and sow
It's instrumental
For your mental
Capacity to expand
Past the facts you see
With prudence towards
What I can't take
Anymore, anymore

I can't front I don't know if I'm gonna admit
I'm down bad and I can't get in front of it
I don't wanna
I don't think so
I'm not listening

They understand the modes of gambit
Weaponize the work of teams
The silver platter that's been handed
Holds the heads of those who dream

Tell me something
Tell me what you know
I can't believe it, no
I can't believe anymore
Tell me something
Tell me what you want
You need to leave it, oh
You need to leave it alone

Nothing left is ordinary
Call up the apothecary
Malady is temporary
Tell me that its dead and buried

You come around at the worst time
Slow grind on the rough mind
Never ready for it
Always hit you with the one line
Ain't great, a mistake
We both know I need
That kit-Cat keepin' me Company
These Pulses. keepin' me bumpin' it
Lookin' for another chill one; a real one
Got me out here feelin' like a dum-dum
Packin' up too volatile to stay here
I'm finna move on up to the Mayfield
Rolling stone cuz the block got too hot
Temptation bout to have me catch a first loss
Trick please, not me
I know you feel it how I feel it
When I kick 'em to the curb first
Been burned but I don't fail
Won't do it how you done it
Cuz that's what hurt worse

Nothing left is ordinary
Call up the apothecary
Malady is temporary
Tell me that its dead and buried

You come around at the worst time
Slow grind on the rough mind



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Writer(s): Caleb Taylor
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