i look to her for knowledge that i should have known, dealt with her heart like fires to smother, no, help that we needed, not like the others, grown, felt too pleasing. i know that butter won't melt, i know the butter won't melt. this argument's over, never stuttering about, that i know they're in waiting for the thunder or the drought, i've slowly been weighing up, juggling the doubt, the only thing sacred is the butter in her mouth. the only thing waking under moonlight's gaze, when the crows sit on fences and the guttering of houses, the only fucking year that ain't flew by, days, in her warm arms, bathe in her love and the fountain. she say she loves what i'm mounting in the frame, and she knew my ways, so i'm dusting off shoulders on the cusp of the mountain, the only thing sacred is the shutters on the balcony. let the flowers sway, i say i love her loud cus i don't know a prouder way, i say i'll paint the door yellow when the tower grey, We know the hourglass sand just amount to grains, in the end, let the flowers fall, let the village quiet when the tower fall, set the image so the riot seem louder, all, these things become sacred when you count the walls. the only thing sacred is the butter in her mouthhhh. i look to her for knowledge that i should have known, dealt with her heart like fires to smother, no, help that we needed, not like the others, grown, felt too pleasing. i know that butter won't melt, i know the butter won't melt.

what beautiful lighting we've got, i don't make or break ties, i just loosen or tighten the knot. take time going through if you like it or not, great minds, full hearts x2 it's along the same lines of the truth that we're writing upon, the same lines but a different ball park, i wake smiling because things fall part sometimes, bro it takes timing, so i've been making lists, it's something bout completion, ay, my skin golden this evening, you can tell my blinds and my gold links venetian, so i'm the type to be old since conceived, i've froze in the ice, i know what i means to be cold so i might, put my napapriji on, my friends gassed to me, gone back to beaming, from my laptop speakers to the backdrop of eateries. what beautiful scenery (chorus x2)

the tree surgeon, i had cut through the bark, midsummer heat seep through the dusk til its dark, i know there's lust in the lard, i know the artisan doesn't muscle or barter, i don't see myself when i look at my father, leave the shelf clear, shove through the market, and shuffle my cards. send love to the part of your branch offering arms, and trust in your heart, truth not for the charming, i put my welfare before the love of the hardship, a foot of fresh air just north of the target, is where i aim now, next year imma make ground, i won't throw my best hare to the greyhound, stay round whilst these clever sounds wrote up, feathers mount canvases and leather-bound notebooks, found no luck when letting clowns know stuff, wheelies at school and still peddle bout grown up, toes up, but my head is down so much, i can't see the clouds to see these heavy clouds open up, moments that need recalibration, old news, so i read back my statement. a foot of fresh air between the street and the pavement, a foot of fresh air between me and a patient, i put my welfare before the love of the hardship, a foot of fresh air just north of the target.

coffee rings on the desk, all my, compliments to the chef, saw ya, lost ya shit due to stress, i lost my rings in the freshwater, toss the keys on the reception, not 4g, i lost reception, overseas for the progression, only me in the procession. coffee's weed in the bucket hat, a lot of cheese in the duffel bag, got to feed all the other rats, so i'm putting seeds in the soil. subtle scenes in peripherals, cus i love the bread in the oil, a couple need what is typical, and a couple needing the loyalty. nothing mean in my walk, but cut the breeze when we talk, fuck the fees in the clause, cus i've, fucking seen it before, man i've fucking seen it before, take another flight, see another sight, i chuck the visa in or, take another route, lace the other shoe. take another route, lace the other shoe.

same vein still protrude on my temple, so i speak in the same vein, i make rain out of puddles that i know will grow tenfold, and drink from ones i can maintain. same line left a scar on my eyelid, so i write along the same lines, i hit the M1 at 90 if the night fit right, i don't really change lanes just to save time. same chip on my tooth as my shoulder, on the table, there's the same chips, i spread them out evenly, but i used to be bolder, rose tinted haze when i take risks. same shoes that you're walking a mile in, on my feet are the same shoes, i pace through city streets where it ought to be mild, no seats at the table then i make room. we lay to comme des garcons in the heatwave, all the england flags on the estate, still the same shit on the same day, i say the same shit in the same vein, commes des garcons, the staircase, is still the same wood in the same grain, tred light, make sure to take care mate, it's a great day.

keep shtum if the platinum not recited, no hunger, don't wonder why it be like this, i need my lint roller, i seen you sold off your soul for a feline print, read my lips, i can see the flies in the sugar, i tried sympathise with the guys in the gutter, i ain't been surprised since the cries of my mother left me jarred for the whole of the summer, that warm weather suit me, that old corduroy worn better as a two-piece, you saw the boy, dawn wetter when the new leaf turning, slow learning cords getting severed at the plug, i can see the feathers in the blood, the crows not nesting, they're weathering the flood, my bones aching, this medicine's a grudge, takes a hold of my body, don't bother getting stuck in the mud. you're in the cold for the night, speak soft, these hands control what is scribed, maintaining my leisure, they've been holding my time, i can see the treasure in the folds of the sky, i start to see the branch part, as of late, i have to say, all my interest in the bank, start, mumbling my thanks, heart crumbling to ash, my uncle at the party steady fumbling his flask, low numbers on the dash, you see me running on empty, venting with no bumper if i crash, no jumper for the cold, no slumber for the rats, so i'm sleeping on the job when i'm lumbered with a task. i wonder if its facts, i wonder if the shit i said should be swept under the mat, i rethink the script as its flung to the wax, i can see the dogs and they're hungry for the scraps, keep shtum, keep shtum, offering your help but i don't need none. keep shtum, offering your help but i don't need none. every ism that you fetishise, bet i'm anti it, this tapestry portray my family, my mum said that after grief there's only anguish, she knows i'm anchored, cus they're dropping like flies but i'll grow a mantis, i slow the tempo, these moments candid, i need the whites of your eyes when i hold the camera, they sold the anger, i'm holding empathy, they told the info and i got a panthlet. one too many cities to pray for, the land of deeprot, leders take score and make more, grey mornings, it'd be fake for me to say i hate mourning, i wake yawning, and watch the big star slownburn, god, only partake if the consequences are what i won't learn from, no, my son, keep shtum, offering your help but i don't need none, keep shtum.

but when we press play, we easily peel the plastering, brother, seek peace in each piece of mastering, smother these weeds that need heat the patterns in others that seem to keep seeking affluence trouble me, the weak leading the cavalry, i can see the fiends knee deep in apathy, i can see it, at 19 a masterpiece was made, at 21, the laughter keeps aging, and we getting our masters in, please keep it coming, gas me, its flattering, i'll keep it brief, can't believe what's happening.

on occassion, i look around and think all the shards got to break me, fuck sounds, we got heart, so we strong lately, the pub loud, drinks full, darts one eighty, i'm demonstrating, all these long waits in rooms that song takes me, there's a lot of aching, there's a lot of right moves but the wrong aiming, nothing's wrong babygirl, it's on safety, i feel the same, when the recipe's strong tasting, i'm beyond jaded, this is 20 but at parts going on 80, i'm demonstrating, plenty of my heart when the rum tasty, see me resting under stars til the sun wakes me, i'm demonstrating plenty of my heart, i mean, this is more like twenty and a half, i'm demonstrating, plenty of my heart.

trying to racclimate my hands, so i'm taking more photos, my friends sang my words and their laughter makes me dance, the others sit on fences but after take a stance, they're reading from a script but still, these actors late to answer, i can tell those made of plastic, same as sampha, either going separate ways or pacing straight past ya, i twist the pasta in my fork, for my state of wellbeing, i have to be the author, if it happens to have clarity it has to have supporters, the state of it all man, i laugh and ask for water, i bask in the past because that could be some torture, prose like buses but i have to be the author, i beg that the rain clear the air, her ears hold her hair for the time being, i feel like i'm sightseeing, roll her knuckles through my palm, i hold a light to the trouble and the calm, but which one bright? fleeting thoughts turn to time eating, i hold her hand when i might need it, i believe it when i see it, i write my book for a time when i might need it. no-one better speak when i'm making my mind up, no-one better than me to be taking my time up, no-one gets too mean, agitated and minding, no-one else's business, have faith in the timing. no-one lets out screams, because it's safer to mime it, no-one setting scenes, and we're breaking the climate, no-one bets they've seen it, it's best to rewind it, no-one gets to peaks, they're just aching to climb it. i did it all with ableton lite, i just pick an observation and make it my plight, you can't argue with the mantra because it's blantantly right, what fucking beautiful lighting, just savour the sight, i don't be in two minds, when it's not tee, you, i, whilst we're taking a flight, don't be too nice, if they're waiting to sign up, no-one better leave when i... (chorus)

i love you very very very very much so, losing passion as my age grew, I say let the rain through, open up the skylight, turn the page new, dip the quill and let me paint blue, let me wake you, let me take you, we can't lay through, when the day's new, turn off your phone, all that fake news, from your tone, baby that's a breakthrough, here's some toast, maybe take two, i know we make do, i'm hoping they do, air bnb by the waves, threw some cotton in a case, talons rotten from the paper, not at the bottom and that's safe to say, i'm out my depth though, not a wink if it's how i slept, in the flowerbed, in and out of debt. are these sorry looking bodies about a cheque? very much so! do you really shake your head when agreeing? very much so! very much i can see the weight that rests on your head, very much so, very much so, very much so, very much soooo. i love you very much soooo are these sorry looking bodies about a cheque? very much so! do you really shake your head when agreeing? very much so! very much i can see the weight that rests on your head, very much so, very much so, very much so, very much soooo.