Lyrics:
through the cobbled square
Violins and the trumpets play
And I swore that I heard you say
Always
Always
I wait by the clock
But nobody comes to knock
Why
ain't got no fucking strings
Used to be silent, but I've been talking like Joel Embiid
World's smallest violin and I'm making sweet melodies
Learning how
Tales by moonlight
Lies under sunlight
Jinee and gypsies
Wishes and true lies
Days you can't sleep
Still fighting all night
Faith and miracles
Hope
I talked to my banjo guy on Friday
I sent him a message in the clear
I asked him to fly down to St. Pete... we hoped a violin might appear
And sure
Been to hell and back i can't play the violin
Going to the top gotta think of where i've been
Can't be thinking about the outside gotta think within
Window by my bed is warm and sunny
Bite the apple, amputate the phone
All my friends are cute and smart and funny
If they don't pick up when I call,
Climbing a hill to sit by a fool no one would touch
Human skin is dirty and it don't wash
This is where the road doth part
This is where I break your heart
out wrong
My stomach and my empty head
Just won't get along
I will dance to sweet, sad violins
While the holy city burns
Cuz God will put the fires out
you want from me
Tired of the fuckery
Conspiring you don't hear the violin, try again
I ain't crying but I'm piloting the man
This is Icarus, I'm
ฉันเข้าใจ
(Yayaya)
I'm alright
Pain up on my chest
(Yayaya)
ฉันไม่ใช่
Your love is like a races
(Yayaya)
At the night
I hear a violin
(Yayaya)
Feel ain't
a couple pieces by my side, got smoke
No you didn't do it again over and over, like you not even my friend
No you didn't do it again over and over, like you
Oohh, this beat so Player
Unguided
Sitting in the park thinking
Writing
It ain't safe when I start brainstorming
Niggas end up getting hit by
Da dun dun dun da da na na na da da da
Aye
You know where I'm from underneath the sun
Voices sounds like violins
That's where we been hidin'
We can
Stop the violence
Used to hearing all them choppers go to work and get to clapping starting to sound just like violins
Everybody want my spot but it
crawling
I am dropping and falling
I am dropping and falling
Into this playground
tune the violin again
Explore a second round
with your eyes open
Pale
I'll take you to the hospital
I'm the Rockit Man in The Middle
Play the violin while I kill you
Just robbed a man like I billed you
And I'm going
The violins they cry
Somehow I've got kill this lie and find
That I'm no longer defined by choice
No doubt, I'll get to keep this bond inside
Where you rest
a gal by the cut o' her clothes
And you'll stand out, in buttons and bows.
I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that you've homespun
But I'll love
on my Louis silk shirt match my Louis rag
Alright, okay, I don't dance, no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Take my Gucci
a gal by the cut o' her clothes
And you'll stand out, in buttons and bows.
I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that you've homespun
But I'll love
But when the time was right, the flowers grew
But they were made of silk and sequins, two by two.
I traveled 'round the world to find the sun.
I
dress you up in silk so fine
Down by the Greenwood side, oh
Oh, mother dear, when we were dying
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
You did not treat us then
a gal by the cut o' her clothes
And you'll stand out, in buttons and bows.
I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that you've homespun
But I'll love
a gal by the cut o' her clothes
And you'll stand out, in buttons and bows.
I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that you've homespun
But I'll love
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