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Crossroads
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Crossroads wurde am 8. März 2019 von Che Unit Music als Teil des Albums Crossroads - EP veröffentlicht
8. März 2019
LabelChe Unit Music
SpracheEnglish
BPM62
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Songtexte

I'm just a lost poet, my thoughts golden
I walk home amongst the crossroads with broad shoulders
I'm still soft-spoken, won't follow false motives
Neglect the evil, thread the needle till the cloth's woven
I'm the lost poet and my thoughts golden
I walk home with headphones and the poems wrote them
It's raw emotions cause commotion gettin' claustrophobic
That's the cost of smokin' with the lost poet
And I'm sure as hell had this course derailed
From the shore I sailed straight towards the cell
Of the storm bein' sworn with hail
I sworn and yelled to the Lord for help
Felt forced to bail but I torched this trail all by myself
The tale of the tortoise and hare, I sought his tail
And Duracell to the finish line, didn't mind my pace
Hypnotized my prey like a fishin' line, I equipped my bait
Riverside I wait with the tidal waves
And try to criticize my rate, spine kept straight to my dyin' day
Wide awake, better time my ways cause patience is for virgins
It's painstakin' when you're pacin', replayin', reversin'
Rehearsin' eighty versions, maintainin' in this game of diversion
Stayin' determined, hate to break it but there's still no change in the version
I'm just a lost poet, my thoughts golden
I walk home amongst the crossroads with broad shoulders
I'm still soft-spoken, won't follow false motives
Neglect the evil, thread the needle till the cloth's woven
I'm the lost poet and my thoughts golden
I walk home with headphones and the poems wrote them
It's raw emotions cause commotion gettin' claustrophobic
That's the cost of smokin' with the lost poet
So as I'm navigatin', feelin' aggravated
The Castaway Tom Hanks of the landscape followed my plan A
Vastly racin', I haven't made it yet
But I bet I won't let it pass, learn from my past mistakes
Which are stashed away in my database
Got my dad's abrasive attitude, eradicated the rattlesnakes
From the grass and paved the path I'm takin', now I'm passin' through
On the corner of the avenue and the boulevard of broken dreams
I walk this lonely road like Noah, but no one's in an ark
Just both my feet on the border of the latitude
Where the wolves with sharp and growin' teeth will gnaw your chromosomes
Slowly known to pull apart the bones of sheep
Won't know defeat in this game of diversion
Stayin' determined, hate to break it but there's still no change in the version
I'm just a lost poet, my thoughts golden
I walk home amongst the crossroads with broad shoulders
I'm still soft-spoken, won't follow false motives
Neglect the evil, thread the needle till the cloth's woven
I'm the lost poet and my thoughts golden
I walk home with headphones and the poems wrote them
It's raw emotions cause commotion gettin' claustrophobic
That's the cost of smokin' with the lost poet
Written by: Joseph Philip Kinsella, Michael Depietri
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