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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cunninlynguists
Cunninlynguists
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Garrett Bush
Garrett Bush
Composer
Ryan Wisler
Ryan Wisler
Composer
Willis Polk II
Willis Polk II
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kno
Kno
Producer

歌詞

[Verse 1]
Before trap gods trapped God in a cellophane
A string of psychedelics grew from a better plane
He came to her, she laid claim to him
They blamed the world for painting change as sin
Nothing was protected, love was eclectic
Sparking the land of ladies electric
He was playing fast and loose while she played masseuse
In effort to sooth a soul so reckless
[Verse 2]
Limbs so restless from fighting the struggle
Even a king's reign can be found in a puddle
With plenty of her tears mixed in as the lights grew dim
With her whole universe tuned in
The Purple Haze left behind as a long goodbye
To a cloud's short life in the sky
Eventually rain down purple on this tiny blue marble
As a soundtrack to when doves cry
Sometimes it's a
[Verse 3]
I've got a right, yes I have
To pick a little flower that blooms
I've got a right, thank God
To look out at the sun and the moon
[Verse 4]
I heard a little black rose crooning
Must of had a bit of pruning
Morning turned noon and
Little dew drops got her swooning
Oh Lord, found peace in a Bethlehem manger
Oh Lord, fell fast as a feather in a vacuum chamber
[Verse 5]
Oh Lord, she from a mean street
Many envied all her green peace
Didn't even want her in the game
Small change from the cheap seats
Oh Lord, watch her grow, though
Made the seasonings that we don't know
A seedling with a gold glow
Reaching through the snow slow
[Verse 6]
As predators lurk in the corn rows
In the world that led her the thorn grove
Met a man better than his wardrobe
Body language speaking in hormone
Oh Lord, what to do now
The past got her confused now
Paint over the blue, pain is nothing new
This queen got a new crown
[Verse 7]
Oh Lord, let's kneel and pray
Allow me some skin on these words that we say
Oh Lord, if you up above
I'm owed a seed I can sow into love
[Verse 8]
I've got a right, yes I have
To pick the little flower that blooms
I've got a right, thank God
To look out at the sun and the moon
I may be a black child
Borned on the ghetto streets
But that don't give you a right, no, no
To take away my God-given liberty
Written by: Garrett Bush, Ryan Wisler, Willis Polk II
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