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ben beal - feathers كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
greenwich point, when the lake is frozen
she never called, i’m always folded
i’ve been thinking strictly ’bout the words you haven’t spoken
sh_ts hitting different, impossible missions
do as i say, not as i do, i never liked to listen
i’m blowing kisses to h__rs in windows
posted about the red light district
she loving me for me, only love her off the weed
f_ck it, we should be together like a prophecy
we can get it on just like a billie eilish melody
but yo, i’m chilling with the birds, this my gracious season
i can f_ck your ho, dip, i don’t need a reason
i’m looking stupid, i’m looking right, how i’m feeling
put sativa in my scotch and soda
munching hour, time for feeding
and yo, i’m posted where they sold tag knives
they said to wait in line
i responded “girl it’s time, girl it’s time”
we can get away, find a place
bump it one, two by the bay
spliff’s to the face, sip some tangled ray
[chorus]
now i can’t see your face again, again
if i do, i’ll lose my head

[instrumental bridge]

[verse 2]
at the base of the volcano
seeing bits and colors, taste the rainbow, ay
messing with my mind like they lacing my meals with drano, yeah
been the same kid since the toys up in my happy meal
always been a wizard, word to my cousin bradley beal
yeah, to the teachers that have graded my tests
i failed on f_cking purpose it’s just benny with the jets
all my friends were using stencils while i had no line to follow
i’m painting in abstract, my life is a flashback
hit the amtrak, put my life in a backpack
wish the music industry would have a learn with [?]
wasted four years with my mind at a loud pack
now i’m with j, the whole time bringing jazz back
let me take you to my first days
i was bird watching on my birthdays, i beat a court case
and straight up asked the judge of it was thursday
used to run like peloton but never come in first place
stitches for the paper cuts, don’t wanna end the worst way
i’m seeing colors but don’t got no synesthesia
bumping sinister while taking hits of ether with my teacher
fell asleep watching sister’s keeper, smoking weaver
[chorus]
now i can’t see your face again, again
if i do, i’ll lose my head

- ben beal

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