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II, Mitch Julius, Sacks colour of the wheat

Альбом · 01.01 · 2023 · R&B, Соул

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She’ll be the death of me
Sunday mornings more than a moment, moaning so heavenly
Loving live, but not where we’re going, grappling with gravity
Honey, hush.. you don’t need to be screaming, dafuq is happening

Our love is reckless, but I’ll, care for you carefully
Don’t have to jump to show you can fly, I’ll follow you happily
Hold me close, while I… become, what I’m scared to be
Why lie? We’re gonna wreck this, if we don’t fly away

Now, whats a holiday without some wet pillows?
Dark stains in the sand, from where we left the boat,
scribbled out our plans, I shoulda kept the note,
Riddles always dance around the topic: Of the antidote,
little did we know, we pushed eachother down, to stay afloat

Didn’t surprise me that I like the way ya.
Cause I know, you know, we know we’d like to taste some more
But we can’t… in this monogamy
But we wan’t to, oh thats the way it seems
You see I like that way I got back to you baby
It’s not that we, view it so differently
Seems we’re just scared to get our hands a bit dirty
But I’ve got to, baby, set this devil free.

Would you rather burn this page
Reading stories in the flames
Different colors in the sky
Never ask anything twice

Or, would you rather turn the page
Make his-story, worth the wait
Different callings in disguise
Never aks anything twice

Its safe to say you bring my heart some light.
Its strange to think we’re in a different sight
Cause i know
i wanna feel you close
But, when you’re close is when I yearn the most
I’m yearning for a touch, someone to bring me love

I know, I’m supposed to love myself but its easier when I’m caressed by someone else
Self love is a bitch, I put my feelings in stealth- mode, no I’m not gonna go there, say
we’ve, been here before, sometimes, you wanna open a door, you gotta close one
see what’s covered in gold, can never grow, I’ll dissolve my ego,
Go let em die, just so my soul can grow on

Would you rather burn this page
Reading stories in the flames
Different colors in the sky
Never ask anything twice

Or, would you rather turn the page
Make his-story, worth the wait
Different callings in disguise
Never aks anything twice

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