Issue No 108 All Pastel Everything Lyrics
All Pastel Everything by Issue No. 108
We're not to quit, that's the part of the myth of our ancestors
All up on it, drop to the pit with my socks on the grit
And my hands severed, I got one option to take and the arms grip
Like in grand central, I take it cause I take apologies
For apologies that make a man center, I'm where '
While you're knocking that shit, 'my god is a bitch, he's transgendered
Up and dropped off a fifth on a modular synth, it's a great gesture, nigga
'it's on the top of your list, the top of the cliff, withstands pressure and squeeze
Now shot to shift, ' damn treasure, and you are lost to the mist
Could not have quit to be named successor '
But I can start you over, let me paint you, I can paint you 'cause I can never hate you
Let me paint you, caught a riddle in a dream
And it came true
Riding around town selling bottles of this good weed
From the moon like these other fools can't do
Let me paint you, caught a riddle in a dream
And it came true
Riding around town selling bottles of this good weed
From the moon like these other fools can't do
The hand that dusts the pressure's toned
To keep your flesh and bones dancing in infected zones
And that philosopher's rock is just a stepping stone
The higher goal is putting stutters in your metronomes
And we can lock this whole lock in a quarantine
Brothers hover in the sky like they war machine
The first moments I get high, those are Thorazine
When the chorus sings I sweat it like '
And three enormous kings, the Eye of Horus, start recording while the hornet stings
My vital organs vibrating like a superstring
Spin the black circle till it sprouts many cover wings
We got the doubts to slow it down and bulls to speed
And fast forward as back where it used to be before king Cooper introduces you to usery
Keep a journal 'cause my future is confusing me, it's looping beautifully
Let me paint you, caught a riddle in a dream
And it came true
Riding around town selling bottles of this good weed
From the moon like these other fools can't do
Let me paint you, caught a riddle in a dream
And it came true
Riding around town selling bottles of this good weed
From the moon like these other fools can't do
Paint me a canvas like a fantasy
When they can't be mistaken for anything
Like these center of these hearts
Paint me a canvas like I've never seen
When they can't be mistaken for anything
I was born a genius
I was born a genius
I sat by my secret window to draft a thesis
On stretch limos as they pertain to black Jesus
And they seen bimbos destined to consume crack pieces
And why come it's never gringos who lack visas
To work food trucks and make tasty snack tazers
I felt its reverberations through my hipbone
And I spoke the truth through wide nigga lips syndrome
That's why accidental racism was just a thorn to me
Eagle keeps telling me that I was born a king
They cannot possibly afford the thing that they came to seek
They try to tame the meek, they'd have to pain their feet
And speak daintily, they couldn't pay off these plaintiffs with their plain receipts
And I have found purpose from the pain in me
The days will pass and my curls will begin to look more like a crown
And I hear Alex Haley speak in Morse code without a sound
All up on it, drop to the pit with my socks on the grit
And my hands severed, I got one option to take and the arms grip
Like in grand central, I take it cause I take apologies
For apologies that make a man center, I'm where '
While you're knocking that shit, 'my god is a bitch, he's transgendered
Up and dropped off a fifth on a modular synth, it's a great gesture, nigga
'it's on the top of your list, the top of the cliff, withstands pressure and squeeze
Now shot to shift, ' damn treasure, and you are lost to the mist
Could not have quit to be named successor '
But I can start you over, let me paint you, I can paint you 'cause I can never hate you
Let me paint you, caught a riddle in a dream
And it came true
Riding around town selling bottles of this good weed
From the moon like these other fools can't do
Let me paint you, caught a riddle in a dream
And it came true
Riding around town selling bottles of this good weed
From the moon like these other fools can't do
The hand that dusts the pressure's toned
To keep your flesh and bones dancing in infected zones
And that philosopher's rock is just a stepping stone
The higher goal is putting stutters in your metronomes
And we can lock this whole lock in a quarantine
Brothers hover in the sky like they war machine
The first moments I get high, those are Thorazine
When the chorus sings I sweat it like '
And three enormous kings, the Eye of Horus, start recording while the hornet stings
My vital organs vibrating like a superstring
Spin the black circle till it sprouts many cover wings
We got the doubts to slow it down and bulls to speed
And fast forward as back where it used to be before king Cooper introduces you to usery
Keep a journal 'cause my future is confusing me, it's looping beautifully
Let me paint you, caught a riddle in a dream
And it came true
Riding around town selling bottles of this good weed
From the moon like these other fools can't do
Let me paint you, caught a riddle in a dream
And it came true
Riding around town selling bottles of this good weed
From the moon like these other fools can't do
Paint me a canvas like a fantasy
When they can't be mistaken for anything
Like these center of these hearts
Paint me a canvas like I've never seen
When they can't be mistaken for anything
I was born a genius
I was born a genius
I sat by my secret window to draft a thesis
On stretch limos as they pertain to black Jesus
And they seen bimbos destined to consume crack pieces
And why come it's never gringos who lack visas
To work food trucks and make tasty snack tazers
I felt its reverberations through my hipbone
And I spoke the truth through wide nigga lips syndrome
That's why accidental racism was just a thorn to me
Eagle keeps telling me that I was born a king
They cannot possibly afford the thing that they came to seek
They try to tame the meek, they'd have to pain their feet
And speak daintily, they couldn't pay off these plaintiffs with their plain receipts
And I have found purpose from the pain in me
The days will pass and my curls will begin to look more like a crown
And I hear Alex Haley speak in Morse code without a sound