Texty

Black astronaut, cop a space suit and jet off my steps Challenger launch burnin' bright, burn to death Burn in the firmament, charbroiled, catch the hair Black boy burned crisp, pursed black lips Black marionettes dance limp, over the pit The kindly ones distant as the winter's sun A mad woman whistlin', you can hear it if you listen That's that empty pipe hissin', that's him crying and twitchin' That's the vanishing point in the distance Between us just the glass thickness Cracked mirrors flash rictus Skin pulled tight to the skull, that's the sickness Seepin' through my leaky windows and broke fixtures Guess who in the vestibule like, "You can't smoke that here mister" Nah man, you can't smoke that here (gotta go, man, you gotta go) No hard feelings, no hard feelings, no hard feelings It's scars when you done healing It's malls topped with broken glass, I'll show you slum village It starts to come back from the grave, again and again, grinnin' It's winnin', it's winnin', it's winnin', it's winnin' Brother hopped out that new car smellin' like no hard feelings Aftertaste bitter melon and lemon peelings Heat rises, so it's high ceilings I pay rent on the tenth like they stealin' Like they stealin' (like they stealin'), like they stealin' If the nigga by the furnace in the basement of the building After all that, she no-showed The suite already paid for, so I toweled the door and smoked dope Kulture Kush crossed True Gold After a couple of texts, I left it alone (left it alone) Ice melted but the champagne still cold Channel flippin', clickin' the remote The home team losin' at home An attack on the train, persons unknown Baking shows, cold cases solved and closed I dozed, woke up and "no hard feelings" was all it said on my phone
Writer(s): Billy Woods, Preservation Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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