Noisc
It's psychological man
Like a tape machine
With no fresh cassettes
My best takes haven't even hit the deck
And don't press rewind
I wanna hear what's next
When you come around
I begin to stress, like
Musta said somethin with a bit of effect
Mmm yeah, that's right
Now you know the rest
Heartbeat bangin
Like I've got Kanye in my chest
Yes
Rest for a while
Rest of the night I'd like to spend going wild
But for now I think I'll take it slow
Up through the concrete
You rise like a single rose
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A rose and light in Spanish Harlem
I think that you look lovely in your winter clothes
And when we walk I wanna hold you close
This is Minnesota
And it's fucking cold
And I've kinda grown to like the way you look in the snow
I'VE BEEN BARELY HOLDING ON
And I'm committed
Room got vodkatrails like I'm spinnin
Beat don't get to stop till I'm finished
Whatever you've got to say
Girl, I'm with it
Gonna take a minute to figure out the math, tho
Most of these bitches don't fuck with the cash flow
Still tripping and thinkin about my last ho
I don't litter cause I'm not a fucking asshole
And I'm quite alright with this
Thinking back I've been through all kinds of types of shit
I wonder where you got your sense of righteousness
When the hammer falls
Tell me how right it is
ON THE CUSP OF SOME COLORS
DISCOVERING ANSWERS
UNDERCOVER
I LEARNED WHAT I ALREADY ASKED HER
Like a tape machine
With no fresh cassettes
My best takes haven't even hit the deck
And don't press rewind
I wanna hear what's next
When you come around
I begin to stress, like
Musta said somethin with a bit of effect
Mmm yeah, that's right
Now you know the rest
Heartbeat bangin
Like I've got Kanye in my chest
Yes
Rest for a while
Rest of the night I'd like to spend going wild
But for now I think I'll take it slow
Up through the concrete
You rise like a single rose
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A rose and light in Spanish Harlem
I think that you look lovely in your winter clothes
And when we walk I wanna hold you close
This is Minnesota
And it's fucking cold
And I've kinda grown to like the way you look in the snow
I'VE BEEN BARELY HOLDING ON
And I'm committed
Room got vodkatrails like I'm spinnin
Beat don't get to stop till I'm finished
Whatever you've got to say
Girl, I'm with it
Gonna take a minute to figure out the math, tho
Most of these bitches don't fuck with the cash flow
Still tripping and thinkin about my last ho
I don't litter cause I'm not a fucking asshole
And I'm quite alright with this
Thinking back I've been through all kinds of types of shit
I wonder where you got your sense of righteousness
When the hammer falls
Tell me how right it is
ON THE CUSP OF SOME COLORS
DISCOVERING ANSWERS
UNDERCOVER
I LEARNED WHAT I ALREADY ASKED HER
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Gramlich
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