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sleep talking
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Hip-Hop/Rap
sleep talking was released on January 11, 2021 by kiwifrooot under exclusive license to Amuseio AB as a part of the album dual - EP
album cover
Release DateJanuary 11, 2021
Labelkiwifrooot under exclusive license to Amuseio AB
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM160

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
kiwifrooot
kiwifrooot
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keilah Kitching
Keilah Kitching
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
killamill
killamill
Producer

Lyrics

I'm young, I'm a student
And there's a lot of things I'm unsure about in this world
But I think I'm opening my eyes a little bit
And, you know
I think we're all lost, we're blinded by previous losses
Failures binded by gossamer, too arachnophobic to cross 'em
We don't pull up on the drawbridge
They're set alight once we cross 'em
Then we head straight into the flame
Once we realize how much it costs us
I didn't mean to accost ya, my thoughts are strung wide
And stick to fleetingness like candied cotton like a sleigh ride
I brace my laughs against realities of biting frost
Long nights where I turn and toss
Exhausted by a life of 9 to 5s and careless bosses
Hate capitalism, but I am capitalism
Got a thousand hustles, my mental muscles are atrophying
I miss the kid-ish phase when my only catastrophe
Was wondering where the fruit snacks were at in the groceries
And now oblivion is a novelty, honesty is stupidity
See your lips shut for some good illiquidity
Trust in faceless corporations, servitude close to slavery
And live in a world where dissatisfaction equals bravery
I'm tired of all the maybes
I'm wired and ready to say some things that feel a little unsavory
I'm leaning away from half-truths
I'm speaking my mind confined inside my room
Diffuse rebellious messages to the disillusioned youth
Civil disassisting, people are comfy with this
Insistent with limits to shrink the resistance
Ignorance is bliss, but never replaces
The desolation of our organizations
We can't be sufficing the suppression of the
Voices that suffer, now beg their forgiveness
Idleness transformed into more of a chronic illness
I am not a savior, a martyr, or idol
I'm just as idle, but I will rival with society in poetic libel
Rest from unconscious uniformity, address my denials
A spike in my vitals
I'm no longer primal, I'm shaking off my bridle
We won't ever be ready to break through these cycles
To battle century-old archetypals
Embracing steadiness, grasp onto the heady feel of adrenaline
Meddling with the pedals of societal regimen
Watch them picket up in the office
Attend at a primary or a caucus
Two hundred forty-four years of anomalies
Forever about to break their carcass
Red, not in blue, silent in white watches
Awash in a sea of declining promise
Whatever a politician promises is often a lie by the dishonest
But I'm not really bespoke and voidness
I'm more semi-unconscious, drowsy, distorted conscience
Stretching and shaking off my nausea
A widening of my options
My eyes glimmer, budding caution
I'm a novice, starting by backing away from the nonsense
Written by: Keilah Kitching
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