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nerfonator - act ii: "sweet & sour" كلمات أغنية

[intro: peter s. atlas]
(two!)
despite sporting the casings of a sweet, vivacious, fortunate lady
our story continues on a sour note, a pivotal predicament
give up everything you have for a stable love but d_mning future
or risk tarnishing all that you love for a future to flourish and flaunt as two?
but what happens when a hand shifts the movement of the cradle?
cards are forced a reveal, jeopardizing all that was perceived

[verse 1]
knock, knock (who’s there?)
a girl with time to spare
yet too much on her plate that’s keepin’ her confined to the chair
it’s hard to tip thе scale when nothin’ seems to lead a powеr
it’s sweet and sour but a face can work to hide the despair
i wake up early to a sky that’s bare
besides the birds chirpin’ and shirts flyin’ through air
there, i cook my eggs then seal my curls by fryin’ hair
my mind stirrin’ with words
still, a girl with time to spare
but time is money and i’m a dime short of a band
but i got a man who’s helpin’, tryna formulate a plan
through the gloomiest of times, so, these blueprints are bound to crumble
the ground could rumble if we dropped a can
a box of d_mn tropicana could be filled to the top
with them squeezin’ out every nickel and note
eviction notice got me lost in a trance
a composition of pots and pans cloggin’ my d_mn noggin
but i got a plan, i penned an offerin’ to a million dollar man
a familiar one who pulls the strings on my fiancé’s hands
he said “as long you serve me what i’ve been searchin’ for now
then i’ll give you enough to keep your furniture on the ground
and don’t sweat your brow, i’ll treat this like the show now that we’re certain
so, we’ll keep the business behind the curtain when he’s around”
how do i piece together the perfect words
and have ‘em beautifully merge in verse
like it’s cursive when they’re bound if he confronts me?
let ‘em bleed together with the drum beat
one scratch leads to a spillage if the blood leak
‘cause puttin’ love over trust leave me fiendin’ like a junkie
build a better future while leavin’ the present ugly
the gift a sucker punch to the t__th
like tryna put a roof over us while the foundation crumbly
this the train of thought i take as i walk to his home stretch
with every step i place, it shakes the pearl that sits in my head
and those around my neck, but i digress
he marches to the door, greeted with marble floor and gold breath
i can’t tell if i’m being used for the digits
or if it’s abuse if i admit it
feelin’ like a euphemism for somethin’ too specific
then we start to handle the true business
then his fantasies come to be too vivid
i say “it’s time to close the chapter on this page”
he says “i’m tryna rewrite somethin’ that ain’t been written”
uh, i feel the cold metal hands runnin’ up my skirt
i struggle hurlin’ a hunnid words, but nothin’ works
my legs ain’t runnin’ but they burn
with every flourish, there’s a tug
and currently, i’m stuck in this turf
he sends me on my way with wads of k’s weighin’ down my bindle
a swindle on my fiancé, plagued and riddled with distress
and no confessin’, we both need the rest
but before i can wash my clothes, he sees me walk through the door, oh
[interlude]
i get the sensation of a cool breeze blowing through my hair
and across my long white dress, oh!
get the sensation from—

[verse 2]
i’ve been on my own when i’m not playin’ monkey in the middle
in the pursuit of validity under money in nickels
honey, listen a little, don’t sit with thumbs gettin’ twiddled
this love’s official, don’t think the trust is belittled
‘cause we’re products of our environment but defyin’ it
you carry the torches and i exchange the fire
and times get heated, so, just change your attire
it’s been a long week at work, i know you feel like retirin’
cause all of this back and forth and carryin’ weight is tirin’
everyday, you drag the horse and chariot for dimes and nicks
a taste of pagan bread, the stairs you climb, and nothin’ more
you spiralin’, so bring it back to that ol’ rhyme before, aye

[hook]
sugar, sugar, won’t you gimme some? gimme, gimme (peter)
if i’m your prophet, then you know i’ll split it, 50/50
hit me with a combo then i’m out, tricky tricky (peter)
it’s sweet and sour and the situation sticky, sticky
[verse 3]
do you really want it all? ‘cause what’s it all for
if you ain’t gettin’ mauled when you enter through the mall doors?
you know i’m flattered you would give your whole life to me
a wife_to_be, but do you ever think behind the scenes? (no)

[outro]
to be continued

- nerfonator

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