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andrew huang - cell lyrics

woke up, no dust got me choked up
low, ducking the sun spirit is so what
i link colder chains back together again
soldered, never repent, this lone solider in ink
set up a scent crushed and smoldered
as i brush that dirt off my shoulders
getting older, and getting rushed
gold in the palm but a bone in the clutch
split kicks on, rip walkways
and spit non_fiction evidence in a quickdraw
beats blast with a hi_fi system
drowning sound until the high rises come down
now fill a belly up
selling cellies with helis all on the tеle, what?
i’m gelling with eliot’s bang theory
rеlevant, gang, hear me, i tell it to swell
egos tripping at the gates of h_ll
the keys go missing from a bas_m_nt cell

new love with a thirst for the free
trapped in the temple held hostage
new love, give me words for the wear
locked up with a half a verse cross_stitched
new love, and the murderer is me
i get numb with red blood to bread crumbs
new love spit the first of a prayer
in the streets and the unfed slums that i fled from
you’ve been living in a dream
building synagogues top_down with a scissor full of seams
got style but the mirrors in the archway
start making every sun_set_and_rise a hard day
weave footprints into tiles, good prince
sinning while muttering a prayer for the inner child
never play right
blade’s bright with the body of a sage, like i’ll never escape mics
so i guess i have to stay tight
until grace lights every stage white from a great height
get live with an art form that resides
in the air that you breathe, in the wash of the tide
it’s dawn in my chest
on to finesse wrongs that dispense raw rhythm
when i’m drawn into mess
god help me
i’ve got a supplement for every cell but i’m not healthy

new love with a thirst for the free
trapped in the temple, held hostage
new love, give me words for the wear
locked up with a half a verse cross_stitched
new love, and the murderer is me
i get numb with red blood to bread crumbs
new love spit the first of a prayer
in the streets and the unfed slums that i fled from

- andrew huang lyrics

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