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granata - great uncle lyrics

[verse 1]
the window to my soul is old but it’s stained glass
it’ your loss if you don’t wait to let the rain pass
it gets brighter but i don’t know how long the pain lasts
i’m not a rapper or a poet … i’m a plane crash

overdosing on red wine
in my own world oblivious to all the headlines
spent the night outside got high so i slept fine
waking up to the scent of the fresh pine

don’t be a stick in the mud and don’t be glued to your seat
eating fruit feeling free, by the root of a tree
writing notes in nature i’m gettin loose with the leaves
i’m so chill that my blood’s still blue when i bleed

i don’t need much but a brush and a brew and a breeze
me myself and i homie we just do sh+t in threes
sometimes i let my mind take a cruise through the creek
i’m only concerned with making sure my music is me

[hook]
i won’t be a good dad but i’d make a great uncle
if i can’t write i gotta create trouble
i choose to be a recluse cause i hate huddles
i’m a flake and i always take the escape tunnel
i won’t be a good dad but i’d make a great uncle
if i can’t write i gotta create trouble
i choose to be a recluse cause i hate huddles
i’m a flake and i always take the escape tunnel

[verse 2]
life isn’t a race so i’m taking back roads
in the stream of consciousness i’m a tad pole
but when i think too much i become an assh0l+
my skin might be white but i got a blue and black soul

whistling to myself as i’m skipping rocks
on a lake in vermont, trout on the fishing rod
i don’t got a pot to p+ss in, but this bush i’m p+ssing on
and this likkle log i’m sitting on

we live in a world where everything is augmented
support the mom and pop shops cause they’re authentic
hit up rincon for tacos then i had a cigar
there was a man in a sombrero playin latin guitar

i’m on a self destructive mission turning satin to scars
i’m not stupid i know that i been actin bizarre
i hear the ocean in a sea sh+ll and jazz in a jar
i went from rags to riches and then went back to the bar
[hook]
i won’t be a good dad but i’d make a great uncle
if i can’t write i gotta create trouble
i choose to be a recluse cause i hate huddles
i’m a flake and i always take the escape tunnel

i won’t be a good dad but i’d make a great uncle
if i can’t write i gotta create trouble
i choose to be a recluse cause i hate huddles
i’m a flake and i always take the escape tunnel

- granata lyrics

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