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Yeah I was on Ay, you better turn me down 'cause this shit gon' get loud huh Let me feel everything on this one man Ay turn me down And the stars climb, as your eyes run When you trip fast and your young heart Let it slow down, 'cause it ain't time and It ain't time and it ain't time And you need more What you in for, what you here for And you still here Why you wear That be ripped torn And they heal fast, but they still scored and It's so hard and it's so hard But you say yes when you unsure But then you drum and you pound Like the sound of your lungs When they draw on the page Where you write all your wrongs It's so long, so it's so long So it's so long, so it's so long Where you lied in, then you lied down And these chords played, then you hide out From these sore arms, that plucked strings Plucked strings, for your praise But you need more And you need more, and you need more And you need more, and you need more And you need more, and you need more And you need more, when it's deep down And you see out, what they seek out They don't feel doubt, that don't feel real That don't feel how, things are meant to feel And you need love, 'till you want more 'Till it runs deep and it runs raw And every tear that's unborn 'Gon speak out, 'gon speak out I cut short Our love song I need more of this I need more But you fell quick, like your feet tripped But it ain't slip in a long time Don't you feel distant from me How you feel shit for me You was in mind, I was there first You would feel words, I would make work They were inclined, do these words hurt Do these words bind round your wrist tight As your legs Round my whole life Do your ears scorn, do your eyes spite Do they see you when they see me How you here, how you free And the doors wide but you don't leave And they all here but you don't speak And you won't talk when you can't breathe And you can't, and you can't breathe I'ma lay you down, I'ma lay you down And you 'gon sing all the right sounds Like you saved it for me How you change shit for me And we 'gon lay while my hands run And my fingers play on your fresh lungs I will press down every phrase Every turn, every page 'Till the last song, 'till the last song This the last song, let that note play Let us move slow 'till the chord As your eyes float, then it engrains As your bones turn and your hand clench Your wrist burns and your arm bends You were so young, you were so tense Now we here, in the end I cut short Our long song I need more of this I need more
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