Night of Heaven (feat. Counterfeit Madison & Kid Koala)-clipping./Daveed Diggs/Jonathan Snipes/William Hutson/Counterfeit Madison/Kid Koala
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TXT Night of Heaven (feat. Counterfeit Madison & Kid Koala)-clipping./Daveed Diggs/Jonathan Snipes/William Hutson/Counterfeit Madison/Kid Koala 文本歌词
Am I so sure
Nobody can catch me creepin’
And escaping with my baby
Blood on the door
Alters a faithful visit
Hairbrained or risky
Protecting this seed for my love
Just one more night of heaven in this hell
Forbidden by godly men
And maybe you
They watching you know
The stroke of the key
The pop of the lock
The turn of the coat
The clock of the whip of the wrist or the whip of the wheel
Is a whip poor will whistle
They listen for
gristle and bone
And you phone it all to them in lists of your wants that you click
Point em out
Any kind of beating they can join around
Any kind of meeting of the motor mouth emotions in the orbit of the speaking she could go Without they seek each time she wrote it down
And nothings forever but this
Every word that she stitched
On the net of her intimate interests
Absently ordered
Deliveries tipped
Could I have known
I’d ever become so sensible
And long for a family
I found a home
A miracle in strife
A perilous secret
To guard with resentment my love
Just one more night of heaven
In this hell
Forbidden by ruling men
And maybe me
Just one more night of heaven
In this hell
A motion for passing through
Just one more day
They watching you know
Point em out
They watching you know
And nothings forever but this
Any kind of fleeting itch to order out
The hunger could embolden but
She know that they are right around
The corners are beholden to
The order of the golden angle
So she doesn't make a sound
But little isn't nothing
And a footprint is enough to bring
The algorithm into town
She wonder bout the thunder
Reminiscing bout the tv screens flipping down and all she heard was tick and pound
Them days are gone
Those ways are lost so
Don't wait too long
Don't waste the heart so
Frivolous the littlest of morsels
Are recorded and embroidered on to your soul
But they watching you know
They need what you know
She leaves them a letter of thanks
And then makes her way gracefully into the dark
And anonymity lost
The fog is
Thicker here
In this part of the everything
So what difference is surrender
If surrender is blind
And the timing is always awkward