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flacco - warmth lyrics

[intro]
my heart is sad

[verse 1]
separate the voice you hear from it’s polaroid
we’ve come a little too far to call for no avoid
the average joe craves the answers in the bone marrow
so i mailed him the parable of the poisoned arrow
creative clouded by the silhouette of arrogance
steve jobs, [?] societal embarr-ssment
hate them, but their visions live on
the tangibles left, right at the cracks of their dawn
not stripper selling -ss, strips, hooker huffing hair
wind staring in the gl-ss house
stains on a black blouse
atheists asking god if they’re sinners yet
justifying that it’s all because the internet
it’s hard to find the shepherd in a herd of sheep
but they’ll be trudging through the tunnel till the day i’m put to sleep
game changing like the hydrogen bomb
i got too many burning questions badgering my mom

[chorus]
badgering my mom, badgering my mom
i got too many burning questions badgering my mom
badgering my mom, badgering my mom
i got too many burning questions badgering my mom

[verse 2]
she said “you’re too humble to be throwing stones at medusa
too human to ever try to become a buddha
too creative to have all your goals set in stone
too handsome to think that you’ll ever die alone
too determent to throw you head along the concrete
too stubborn to ride along, right through high street
too young for the women that understand
too old for ed hardy and white vans, risky plans, to be shizzled into the chest
but i believe you were distend to be the best
as we proceed to make music until our deaths”
anomalies who were born naturally blessed
so burn the trees of lettuce leafs, set us free and let us be
liberators of our minds, eating ribs in tennessee
wash it down with hennessey
sleeping feel the summer breeze
’cause ain’t n-body stopping me
cameras on them saying cheese
melted on a paddy’s bread
two perfect ears that never heard what simon said
sleeping on a bed made of b-ttermilk pancakes
my alarm clock was a big box of bran flakes
pandering and sandwiching my inner soul
ink and paper is all i’ve ever had for self control
ink and paper is all i’ve ever had for self control

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