[DESSA]
I travel with a lungful of music, doesn’t weigh a thing
Reed’s built in, breathe through it every time I sing
And I got pockets full of my own hands, head full of back-up plans
Temper walks beside me, a gift I guess from my old man
History: lines on my face
Future: lines on my palm
They say heaven’s guarded by gates, damnation don’t care much who’s calling
But I don’t fall for that line, only one I walk is mine
I carry what I can and I’m still making good time
Bones are hollow, that’s where I keep marrow
This quiver in my lip, that’s just where I keep my arrows
I fold up my ideas I pack em neat inside my skull
I got this string theory: doesn’t work to push, you gotta pull
So I’m pulling for me, and I’m pulling for mine
And they’re easy to read, but you can’t trust the signs
Eyes blur in the heat, heat curves all the lines
Try to keep up, speed up, get your feet up
And match mine.
[CECIL]
We’ll wait til the dawn
And when dawn breaks we’re moving on
[SIMS]
Gravity I never learned
I'm in the air stretch it out spaghetti western
I make it glow then let it go, no effort
That attachment only kept your flame sequestered
I just let it how the ember in my chest burn
I wasn't in for the fame or making profit
I just came to scrape my name into the cinder blocking
Now they're flocking because the feather's same
I just burned the oil, toiled, man I fed the flame
You better aim before they tame you, boy
It's a wild world they're coming for your pelt, young boy
They're tolling all the bells, Tolstoy
It’s war and peace, beast came to eat, old boy
Oh boy.
[CECIL] (Hook)
We’ll wait til the dawn
And when dawn breaks we’re moving on
We’re raised by the laws
But the laws gonna break when we’re moving on
[SIMS]
Gravity is such a pesky thing
[DESSA]
Makes every weight in sight seem like it's worth measuring
[SIMS]
Makes every step you take so tentative
[DESSA]
But if you don't stride with purpose then there's no benefit
[DESSA/SIMS]
I know
[SIMS]
Only on this surface til we float
[DESSA/SIMS]
but why wait?
[DESSA]
I pull for you and throw your hand a rope
[DESSA/SIMS]
I know,
[SIMS]
you can take time or take time by the throat
[DESSA/SIMS]
So tell me when it's time to go
(Hook)
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