Sunday Best (feat. Ricky Montgomery)

Silence is where are the creatures go Creatures the things we will never know Drowning in the bath of eternal sin Draping the flesh over my pure eyes Top of my head and down to my thighs Grazing the surface of my own skin The touch the tap The mystifying act of The clutch the clap The fluctuating love for The noise the trap The puzzling voice of The crease the gap Of every single choice But mine Always looking out for the one and only sign Always looking out for the ones who are left behind Consistently trapped between every single line Everyday Balance is what all the people need People consume the things that they feed Tearing apart the land we're on Slashing gashing through The inner lines that define you When that line has been drawn The touch the tap The mystifying act of The clutch the clap The fluctuating love for The noise the trap The puzzling voice of The crease the gap Of every single choice But mine Always looking out for the one and only sign Always looking out for the ones who are left behind Consistently trapped between every single line Everyday Always rocking out the best in your sunday best always Holding out the rest for the life-long test Testing all the little boys who are hanging round Talk about the little girls who are all about the Dreamiest things you could ever dream but Nothing is what it might just seem so Hit em up wash em downcome around And it might just lift you from the ground We're still looking We are still looking out for We're still looking We are still looking out for We're still looking We are still looking out for something For something else But mine Always looking out for the one and only sign Always looking out for the ones who are left behind Consistently trapped between every single line everyday But mine Always looking out for the one and only sign Always looking out for the ones who are left behind Consistently trapped between every single line everyday