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framig – a wintry intro كلمات اغاني

[intro]
good morning, good afternoon, good evening
sh-t i don’t know, you tell me what the f-ck time it is
silk city, twm

[verse 1]
i taste the pink ‘til her star bursts
my shrink said that it would calm my nerves
one king said that i must conquer
i replied like “this is my thing, your comments are uncalled for”
this is god’s work, introducing/starring
true king of mood swings starving
yo my face got chubby but i’m still hungry
tony showed me photograph of 21st ave
i told him “send it, this is artwork”
i proofread articles of clothing
spilling out my wardrobe, magnificently coded
photo shoot, send warning, i am warmed up
staring at my mortality wearing a northface
what more u ask of me, the world’s a cold place
these aren’t allergies, my heart did break
i’m too dramatic, everybody has a bad decade
sixth grade, i won’t say his name
gave me my first switchblade
i used to carry but i’m protected by faith

[hook]
i think i love that song, i truly do
the one that’s materialistic but bumps, how cool
i took a different route
i brush my t–th, i wash my face
i rush to meet my darling fate
hoody on, it’s snowing out
cast these blues away
who invited the choppa?
who invited the choppa?
i come in peace, i contemplate
if i should leave or i should stay
i wonder what is this about

[verse 2]
i be feening the feeling you get instantaneously
after tasting blueberry airhead, get a better read
of what’s between the lines a jamming gentleman’s mind
attend the mayhem inside, provided is a tour guide
promethezine to cure your sober disguise
this guy is off his ancestor’s rocker
and you can’t test his rocket, nope
no one ever made it out alive, it’s not allowed
so it’s suggested you exit right there
quit while you’re ahead but if you dare
enter this despair, you better come equipped
with an extraterrestrial therapist
wintry intro, pen bleeds ink slow
windchimes ward off warlocks from my window
disoriented, waiting for the day i say “this story ended”
sorry friend, i cannot make it to the disco
a blacksmith crafting a compact disc that is gold
to lift this burden
stopped being indecisive realizing that death is certain

[bridge]
i think i love that song, i truly do
the one that’s materialistic but bumps, how cool
i took a different route
i brush my t–th, i wash my face
i rush to meet my darling fate
my darling fate

- framig

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