1. |
New Cities
02:46
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These New Cities
stretch my neck out
I’m a tourist
so I look up
shadows over mountains
you split me
in two
each half went it’s
separate way
to and from work in the dark
These new feelings
my thumb on the seam
I dreamed about the petals
I felt your silhouette
the touch of painted nettle
the smoke of cigarettes
we slept along la seine
woke up in saint michel
flipped the lid
felt the shape
with chalk we drew our names
beat hustlers at shell games
you don’t say a word
but I see that flame
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2. |
Kismet or Ghost
03:27
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My heart sweats
Like the suns inside my chest
Romance with bulletproof vest
Midnight
slow hands
velvet
They touch me
feeling it out
night time
sweet back
She spoke like
breaking waves
feeling it out
plot twist
changing
perspective
these mountains
are looking like creases
She showed me all the places
I ain't seen before
Feeling it out
Sunrise barefoot
Pink sky
i’m shook
Is that kismet or a ghost
been a season since we spoke
And I've been building little cities
My heart sweats
Like the suns inside my chest
Romance with bulletproof vest
Been staring a diamond in the face
Been wondering what it was worth
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3. |
I'm Not Mad
03:40
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When I rock its for the waves
When I sulk might be for days
I'm not mad it’s just my face
When I lick its for the taste
When I taste its for the pleasure
When I love there is no
When I lean its for the kiss
Close my eyes goes like this
When I howl its at the moon
Party's over left too soon
When I dream its astral plane
Run my fingers through your mane
When I hunt its for the treasure
Sometimes skill and sometimes leisure
I'm not mad
I just wish you had told me.
(she tastes like fruit and smells like flowers)
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4. |
Four Crushes
02:21
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Philosophy’s just wordplay
it wasn’t real
just kayfabe
her password
said fresh air
out the window
she’s cute though
Shook the hands of the dead
kind words to em
she pulled me out of the water
with velvet gloves
their handmade
the sweetest feel
the summer shade
i ran my hands through
your secret language
pulled undertow
she’s cute though
i now realize how dark the night gets
crave me like a cigarette
anything that feels good
caffeine in the evening
anything the feels good will kill you
with a single brush stroke
girl i got my chain from colliding stars
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5. |
Golden Hour
01:03
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6. |
Jules
03:25
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All my white tees have Rorschachs
But I clean up well
Like a kid I wrote your name down
In my notebook
I want two hands to form a net to
catch a gal I'm really sweet on
Light a candle
At the slightest provocation
We speak code like
Lime Oscar Victor Echo
Under hoodies raining let's go
Speak your language to me
I am listening to you
These short nights are cruel to me
Air feels lighter when
You’re around
Walk through the club with snipers breath
Grew a little crest now I'm restless
I want whats good for you
you want whats good for me
I want whats good for you
you want whats good for me
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7. |
Boomerang
03:25
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Couldn't hold it
But I knew how to shoot it
I Kept running
Till everything went chrome
When the sunrise
You don't say much
poems for eyes
finesse the concrete
whispers for ideas
She’s got sharp teeth and
Ive got muscular feelings
steam wavy pavements
in the distance
sun is almost always shining
woke up in the spirit
lo fi rich
whispers at a star
artificial flowers
tall as a waterfall
Side streets
when i left i just took the deepest breath i’ve ever taken
drew a perfect circle
multiples of ten
at the bottom of a well
love is greasy
love is greasy
it’s a boomerang i’ll never get back
beautiful word ain’t the truth
running up these mountains
all deer
no wolves
late to bed late to rise
ladies singing madrigals
make room
fill the cracks with gold
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