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McKinley Dixon - Beloved! Paradise! Jazz!? - Kitchen Table Session şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: McKinley Dixon

albüm: Beloved! Paradise! Jazz!? (Kitchen Table Session)


Beloved! Paradise! Jazz!
Beloved! Paradise! Jazz!
Beloved! Paradise! Jazz!
Keep my braids,
Beloved! Paradise! Jazz!
Braids for the summer,
I'm less likely to falter,
Gold finger tips rusted,
Now the color has altered,
Deny food from the hand,
Matriarch is insulted,
The house is crumbling,
Hurry,
Out the back door bolting,
The rubble recently,
Reset my bones,
Black skinned concrete,
Within it,
I feel at home,
Surrounded by all my niggas,
Its a feeling i missed,
I was once nothing,
And then,
Suddenly i was fist,
One filled with so much heat
Praise sun 'fore i hit street,
Cuz if i loosen grip alittle,
Results finna be bleak,
Oh well,
Light escaping,
Tryna grab it at the wrist,
I was once nothing,
Then a heart sprang out from the fist,
Hellish and unkept,
Lungs filled wit ragged breathe,
Opened mouth to speak,
Popped that boy for he step,
Cause if the heart
Pulls the rest up at the seams,
Then the fist gone grip something that can tip the balance beams,
For his
Beloved! Paradise! Jazz!
Beloved! Paradise! Jazz!
Beloved! Paradise! Jazz!
Beloved! Paradise! Jazz!
The sun lends cracks to both sides of my eyes,
My gums still black, how else you tell that i lie,
Showing off my canines,
Glow to bright for the reverend,
And tho they all go,
Me and dawg might see different heavens,
Time alone has never once been a crutch,
The worse thing for a god,
Is you realizing they can be touched,
Saw me aiming at the heavens,
Sun came, gave me a kiss
Cuz blacker the berry,
Less likely when he shoot he gone miss,
Wake up,
Held you in my arms,
I barely feel the beating,
This a side of my heart,
I aint' really shown to many seasons,
Running up the stairs,
Trine catch you right before you leaving,
I ain't make it,
I guess it all gone happen for a reason,
As i stand up on the balcony,
And look to the ground,
Money kept me moving,
But the heart wasn't found,
When i was standing on the edge,
About to fall off of the cliff,
What kept me on,
Was looking up,
And seeing my hand in your grip,
My
Beloved! Paradise! Jazz!
Beloved! Paradise! Jazz!
Beloved! Paradise! Jazz!
Beloved! Paradise! Jazz!
Beloved! Paradise! Jazz!
Beloved! Paradise! Jazz!
Beloved! Paradise! Jazz!
Beloved! Paradise! Jazz!
Beloved! Paradise! Jazz!

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