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nomrah - stained glass كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(reasy)
(nomrah, what’s up bro? haha)
chief the green ’til he at peace, boy you don’t know ‘nun
he just needs some decent sleep, boy you at home runnin’
a fiend at least agrees to see the devil that he deals with
tell him you done planted seeds and workin’, growin’ real quick
tell him you the one payin’ fees ’til all your bills slip
tell him you the one stayin’ free for others’ field trips
tell him you the son prayin’ for your father’s healin’
tell him you the sun, rays are fosterin’ your fields as a_

[chorus]
a slow grower but the most gorgeous flower
not a homeowner, so i roll with more than sour
in my front pocket just to calm my nerves (down)
’til the sun’s blocked, then i’ll fall to earth (now)
a slow grower but the most gorgeous flower
not a homeowner, so i roll with more than sour
in my mouth, maybe wonderin’ how i may last
while i’m lookin’ at my life through stained glass

[verse 1]
tick, tick, tick, tick
time ain’t ever slowin’ up
i ain’t ever grown enough
to bite the bullet & toughen up
i might just pull out the gun for fun
to bite a bullet, how wonderous
wait a minute, calm down
just stay up in them fog clouds
you blazin’ out the bong now
say it isn’t wrong how
that “fl!ckin’_fl!ckin'” song sounds
like sh_t and gimmicks, dawg, how
you rip and mimmick god’s sounds
without a mention or a shout?
perception is tilted, don’t be ashamed of your art now (uh uh)
tick, tick, tick tick
tell me who you really see
tell me who you tryna be
tell me where the liars be
when they recount your story, will they only keep the finer things?
rose tinted glasses keep you ignorant to slight and grief
others’ perceptions of you appear to be the truth (yup)
depictions of your struggles only shown to them as stations
a lover’s reflection or two, they easily the proof
the descriptions of the muzzle you keep smokin’ through is heinous
[chorus]
a slow grower but the most gorgeous flower
not a homeowner, so i roll with more than sour
in my front pocket just to calm my nerves (down)
’til the sun’s blocked, then i’ll fall to earth (now)
a slow grower but the most gorgeous flower
not a homeowner, so i roll with more than sour
in my mouth, maybe wonderin’ how i may last
while i’m lookin’ at my life through stained glass

[bridge: alan watts]
in the same way as when you put on colored glasses
everything becomes colored with the color of the glass
and soon your consciousness will start to eliminate that effect
and it will begin, after a while, to look normal
as it does when you wear sunglasses

[verse 2]
tick tick tick tick
tippin’ on my cross i bear
dependency on wood, i swear
especially in recent years
anxiety increasing here
the lies have now become unclear
i’m fighting every f_ckin’ mirror
so hit the pew or hit this here (ahh)
leave the must and the dust, clean that glass
smoke until my eyes replaced with rubies
i need to trust apparent love i see at mass
but them windows’ tellin’ lies and playin’ movies
the opaqueness is the fakeness in perceptions we have (uh huh)
through the panes and inhaling eighths, i see it’s shifted to that, which
serves to curse reality and what you see to a fog (blind)
til you’re sure that nothing actually exists here at all (nope)
and it was fabricated, exaggerated, and made for control
so then you acclimated to grass inhalin’ to make you feel whole
cuz if sinners write our history, i imagine that’s including myself
but if winners write the history, what happens if i lose to myself?

- nomrah

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