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yourdafthero - in tongues lyrics

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mad communication consumption of hip hop
pin point in bold, keep it quiet as the pin drops
wreckage when my pen drops dirt on ivory tree
speak this back to you like i grad from ivory league

nay idling, side by side dialing
started st-tching stories cause real problems were piling
perfect mirroring from the bottom up
home is where the heart is but in the end it never stuck

so i sewed schemes
blanketed my dreams
pushed off the pressure, sanded this pristine
but i’m not hyphy, i’m boring now it seems
and pleasure do my perfect when poetry keep me company

(no) i’m not with all that your talking
(nah) i’m not with all that your b-mping
florida raised me, the sunshine made me
i simmer at top, that’s why she give me top daily

ooh, been i’m my feelings of late
wedging fissures from the lonely debate
do i deserve any love? do i deserve any hate?
well to conjure that answer, i’mma need to meditate

so i float in and out of the ditches of doubt
i’m straight up out the water to be drenched in the drought
don’t call up my phone and asks what it’s about
i’m dead with the drama though i’m hot in the south

i just want meaning
i just want bliss
i’m sharp with the shooting, hope it don’t miss
the days string together like seattle rains
this what remains
hope i’m the same

blade runner habits, habitual spit savage
cowls on the gang, all bangarang bandits
i’mma need the data stat, stack for the damage
my personal hd reads like a sunday bible p-ssage

these are expressions
these are all lessons
i feel this and that
i fear this and that

it’s the thought that counts
hence every act
arts like talking to god
but he doesn’t talk back

(yeah, yeah)
he doesn’t talk back
(yeah, yeah)
he doesn’t talk back
(nah)
he doesn’t talk back

only in tongues
the spirit has swept me
it’s filled in my lungs
(yeah, yeah)
(yeah, yeah)
it’s filled in my lungs

set the date, cold composure in december
descend even further from faults i can’t remember
fought foes for dinner, no denial i’m a sinner
sitting here hosting god’s son for a dinner

(yeah, yeah)
no, he doesn’t talk back
(yeah, yeah)
no, he doesn’t talk back

[outro]

only in tongues
the spirit has swept me
it’s filled in my lungs
(yeah, yeah)
(yeah, yeah)
it’s filled in my lungs
yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
it’s filled in my lungs
he doesn’t talk back
only in tongues
it’s filled in my lungs
he doesn’t talk back
only in tongues
he doesn’t talk back
only in tongues
the spirit has swept me
it’s filled in my lungs

(yeah, yeah) x5

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