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Rav

Frostbite

 

Frostbite

(album: Solar Flare - 2019)


[Rav:]
(Nah, nah, nah, nah)
(Nah, nah, nah, nah)

Used to, used to, used to life
Used to bite my prey
Used to, used to, used to fly
Used to try migrate
Used to, used to, used to try
And justify my hate
Lose the useless strain before I've used up time I've saved
You don't ever listen
You don't ever let me talk
You keep burning bridges
You keep walking, getting lost
You've deserted interest
In everything but what you're not
Don't deserve attention
Wish that I could turn you off
And we'll never get along
Never gonna get it right
'Cause when I'm sitting on my own
I just want to sit and die here
Don't want anything at all
Let distractions fill the silence
I won't ever hear my soul
So I've given up the fighting, yuh

(Nah, nah, nah, nah)
(Nah, nah, nah, nah)

[Kill Bill:]
I counted every promise that had melted in the snow
On my fingertips; I started sprouting digits, you know
Permafrost on my lips
Forgot my bones at home I guess I'm lost in the zip
I pinky-promised 'til the frostbite took it
I'm sitting crooked
Got some new fourteens
That match these Newport dreams
Who want it?
I let these building blocks just scattered across my fucking carpet rust
You etched a portrait in my skull and scars you carved with trust
A heart of dust a mind of cavities with nickel-plated promise
Staring contest with the barrel, let's be honest
I don't know you, you don't know me
We ain't even met
We can cross the sea and ocean, float
Just going through the motions
We could bump arms in a crowded hall
And you would never notice
What you see inside my portrait
All could be a clever motive
We was scratching cross the concrete
Feasting on the road kill
Never like to excersise
There's demons in my home still
Skipping through these ducats
There ain't a dream that money won't kill
I counted every promise that had melted in the snow
On my fingertips; I started sprouting digits, you know

[Rav:]
(Nah, nah, nah, nah)
(Nah, nah, nah, nah)

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