conor - dancer lyrics
rappers channel the dead let the soul fly
those who’ve passed push on the pen
let the ghost write
lowlife never amounted to a finite
they met tricks off the metrics
no perspective of the cosign
home is where the heart is
cats overdose on they morose
a starving artist
from coast to coast
i sp_ce a spector cut phil_ets
inept my markets big east
meets gillettе
edge of the pen
dirt can еncase every end
of this place, i embrace
every changing of bend
ask me when
as if to save face, or pretend
that i’m not in a state
to replace all my wins
start again
i ain’t never been to strong
i ain’t never been too long
for the shadows on the ground
i ain’t never been too wrong
i ain’t never been too long
to speak it into sound
its the sickest taste
wicked grace within the runes
i inscribe in tunes to animate
intended but innate
pitter patter heart upon a beat
can hear it syncopate
wonder when i die if god’ll greet me
with a metal face
i can feel my demons try to eat me
in a drunken state
thousand eels stomachs all reachin
for my dinner plate
i can stand out upon the shoulders of my own stan
i can sn_tch the pieces of my life from out its cold hands
whose that foot in my steps
what the means to my purpose
whats a right when they’ve left
when defeat becomes urges
i become my own death
means i become my own life
i could be a whole person
if i could take my advice
ive_ always been so wrong
ive_ always been far gone
i just want to be free
ive_ always been so strong
ive_ always belonged
i just need to be me
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