Braids
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โฑ๏ธ 2:44 duration
๐ ID: 14266241
๐ Lyrics
What if all the bricks that we chipped at perfectly
Turned to notes floating through the wave work, surgically
Burgundy, bled into the money green outline
And every piece of cement was a reason to get alpine
Crazy as we wanted and the horses that the pioneers
Showed us that the coachmen weren't supposed to be in riot gear
I am here, warrior, firebombed orphanage
Swatting on the wireless, tire rims forested
Doro slim, dangle still, nothin' change, more or less
S.O.S. run around, different day, Gorbachev
Sorta gets older, me, I really miss the back and forth
Cameos and campy jokes and listening to Matterhorns
Badder dudes rounded up from midnight until it was noon
Riches rolled to snake with us and mixed in with the bitches brew
Siftin' through the rubble of a wounded man you will agree
Might cause you to Fight Club or just light up like you're Billie Jean
Still it read like Romans since I couldn't get ahold of you
Meet you out on junction think of something that we both could do
Know the rules, everything, maybe watch the world die
Troopin' through the city got four fifty on the third try
Movin' thru the boomerang, seven string fox noise
Can't wait for the finals or to dial up that Nas joint
Convoys callin' us magic in the majesty
Your feathered flock of magic moms that never got with gravity
All the fallin' choppers that sit on the walls and watch us
In the distance of forgotten, I will try to keep my promise
All the fallin' choppers that sit on the walls and watch us
In the distance of forgotten, I will try to keep my promise
Turned to notes floating through the wave work, surgically
Burgundy, bled into the money green outline
And every piece of cement was a reason to get alpine
Crazy as we wanted and the horses that the pioneers
Showed us that the coachmen weren't supposed to be in riot gear
I am here, warrior, firebombed orphanage
Swatting on the wireless, tire rims forested
Doro slim, dangle still, nothin' change, more or less
S.O.S. run around, different day, Gorbachev
Sorta gets older, me, I really miss the back and forth
Cameos and campy jokes and listening to Matterhorns
Badder dudes rounded up from midnight until it was noon
Riches rolled to snake with us and mixed in with the bitches brew
Siftin' through the rubble of a wounded man you will agree
Might cause you to Fight Club or just light up like you're Billie Jean
Still it read like Romans since I couldn't get ahold of you
Meet you out on junction think of something that we both could do
Know the rules, everything, maybe watch the world die
Troopin' through the city got four fifty on the third try
Movin' thru the boomerang, seven string fox noise
Can't wait for the finals or to dial up that Nas joint
Convoys callin' us magic in the majesty
Your feathered flock of magic moms that never got with gravity
All the fallin' choppers that sit on the walls and watch us
In the distance of forgotten, I will try to keep my promise
All the fallin' choppers that sit on the walls and watch us
In the distance of forgotten, I will try to keep my promise
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:23.46] What if all the bricks that we chipped at perfectly
[00:26.30] Turned to notes floating through the wave work, surgically
[00:29.23] Burgundy, bled into the money green outline
[00:32.11] And every piece of cement was a reason to get alpine
[00:34.91] Crazy as we wanted and the horses that the pioneers
[00:37.67] Showed us that the coachmen weren't supposed to be in riot gear
[00:40.83] I am here, warrior, firebombed orphanage
[00:43.54] Swatting on the wireless, tire rims forested
[00:46.70] Doro slim, dangle still, nothin' change, more or less
[00:49.55] S.O.S. run around, different day, Gorbachev
[00:52.18] Sorta gets older, me, I really miss the back and forth
[00:55.03] Cameos and campy jokes and listening to Matterhorns
[00:58.18] Badder dudes rounded up from midnight until it was noon
[01:01.10] Riches rolled to snake with us and mixed in with the bitches brew
[01:03.86] Siftin' through the rubble of a wounded man you will agree
[01:06.82] Might cause you to Fight Club or just light up like you're Billie Jean
[01:09.75] Still it read like Romans since I couldn't get ahold of you
[01:12.74] Meet you out on junction think of something that we both could do
[01:15.31] Know the rules, everything, maybe watch the world die
[01:18.34] Troopin' through the city got four fifty on the third try
[01:21.15] Movin' thru the boomerang, seven string fox noise
[01:23.82] Can't wait for the finals or to dial up that Nas joint
[01:26.78] Convoys callin' us magic in the majesty
[01:29.95] Your feathered flock of magic moms that never got with gravity
[01:55.98] All the fallin' choppers that sit on the walls and watch us
[02:00.74] In the distance of forgotten, I will try to keep my promise
[02:07.54] All the fallin' choppers that sit on the walls and watch us
[02:12.63] In the distance of forgotten, I will try to keep my promise
[02:18.55]
[00:26.30] Turned to notes floating through the wave work, surgically
[00:29.23] Burgundy, bled into the money green outline
[00:32.11] And every piece of cement was a reason to get alpine
[00:34.91] Crazy as we wanted and the horses that the pioneers
[00:37.67] Showed us that the coachmen weren't supposed to be in riot gear
[00:40.83] I am here, warrior, firebombed orphanage
[00:43.54] Swatting on the wireless, tire rims forested
[00:46.70] Doro slim, dangle still, nothin' change, more or less
[00:49.55] S.O.S. run around, different day, Gorbachev
[00:52.18] Sorta gets older, me, I really miss the back and forth
[00:55.03] Cameos and campy jokes and listening to Matterhorns
[00:58.18] Badder dudes rounded up from midnight until it was noon
[01:01.10] Riches rolled to snake with us and mixed in with the bitches brew
[01:03.86] Siftin' through the rubble of a wounded man you will agree
[01:06.82] Might cause you to Fight Club or just light up like you're Billie Jean
[01:09.75] Still it read like Romans since I couldn't get ahold of you
[01:12.74] Meet you out on junction think of something that we both could do
[01:15.31] Know the rules, everything, maybe watch the world die
[01:18.34] Troopin' through the city got four fifty on the third try
[01:21.15] Movin' thru the boomerang, seven string fox noise
[01:23.82] Can't wait for the finals or to dial up that Nas joint
[01:26.78] Convoys callin' us magic in the majesty
[01:29.95] Your feathered flock of magic moms that never got with gravity
[01:55.98] All the fallin' choppers that sit on the walls and watch us
[02:00.74] In the distance of forgotten, I will try to keep my promise
[02:07.54] All the fallin' choppers that sit on the walls and watch us
[02:12.63] In the distance of forgotten, I will try to keep my promise
[02:18.55]