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fruits (feat. malbec) - the knux كلمات أغنية

i’m sorry about this man
i’m sorry mom
i’m sorry al
sorry goon
sorry malbec
sorry
sorry everybody

check me out now
(sighs) bad day

[krispy]
yeah stress’ll hold us close together like glue
who? you? him?
them and us too
so if it’s f_ck me, then it’s f_ck you

a slave to better days
my dreams are confined to reality
i go, my toes they hit the floor
like holes in old socks

robots and androids
be the type like fly horse
programmed, jammed with the data from they birth
like cyborgs
not for the s_xist
but n_gga then look and then check this
i say good morning, but you nod your head
that sh_t is dryer than chex mix

this be the sickness
nesting in the soul, like birds eggs
[?]
well light your candles, like birthdays

sweeter than cream cheese
can we meet like lean beef
we’re not playing that everlasting life
just looking to reach peace

[chorus _ malbec]
when the sun brings light, dimly
and the sea frees fish of captivity
that’s when the fruit has fallen
further than the tree

when the moon ends day early
and the dirt looks up to see children play
that’s when the fruit has fallen
further than the tree
(you ready? uh, yo, yo)
[joey]
now as the wind blows the willow
and its leaves quiver
brother i’m a oh
so the brooding is a joke
holy smokes

picture a palace with my chalice
viewed half full, i drink up _ no
then my 7 chakras lights my blinkers through a black hole

see mommy was a brooder
junking the cookies on my computer
really was helpful, up in my head
etched in stone, like medusa

sittin’ back, blowin’ them ziggies
anthem bops, callin’ the cop
eggs and cheese food for thought
i’m living my life the energies right

but
sometimes them gun rhymes
and packed clubs could act up
and suckin’ my gas like electra
you know the motto
if it’s not broke don’t fix it
if it’s not home don’t visit
if it’s not grown dont pick it, huh

make life your mistress
if you hate life, you love life
that line is thinner than shoe strings

breathe, it’s better than pootang and wutang
blue flames, the color of an indigo kid, born with a gift
as _ we all are, from nle to the stones, like

[chorus _ malbec]
when the sun brings light, dimly
and the sea frees fish of captivity
that’s when the fruit has fallen
further than the tree

when the moon ends day early
and the dirt looks up to see children play
that’s when the fruit has fallen
further than the tree

- fruits feat malbec

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