Lyrics New Circuits - Kunai Chrome

The most dangerous things in life are intangible
Like love or that little thing that's makes u feel un-vanquishable
Leave a little space in your heart for the unimaginable
It could help u navigate the things that feel the most impractical
That's actuals
Take the upper case off their stairs so theirs no caps to pull

I never usually sing about the more natural or primordial times
Cuz I'd have to go eye to eye with you I'm already pushing the line
With our glasses off the lines look blurred anyway
Don't come in here, The makeup getting smudge anyway
I like you unprocessed, & not yet downloaded
It's the purest you, un-cryptic and but yet still coded
I like how you understand me as a philosopher & poet
Other days I don't get to see you at all I'm blindfolded

We came back to form the other day
After our latest act on the beach
You said I was a hiding a freak
No... it's right there for all to see
There's no deceit
I don't like to hide
I move in plain sight like looking up or hangers
I know people who would give it all up
To be invisible like me & devoid of danger
You like Viceroy, the Profecía
You Marlboro keepa, you da soul seeka
The way you move "Back and Fourth"
Like you mad at Aliyah, Alisha, Ayesha, Nicole, & Jessica

I feel the resentment through your nails on my back
The anguish from you teeth on my ear, how bout that
The unrest from you legs conjunct with my waist
The air hot meet tempest winds
Downloaded & Blended in
I bend it in
Connected & joined again
1 of 1 was 1&1 but the conversion evened in
We are now complete

(New circuit, new circuits, new circuits
New circuits, new circuits, new circuits, new)

I open you like Pandora's box
The pandemonium your passion
In passing almost like you told me I'd rather ravage
Than give you a safe passage
Can't have me tied up at the office, I didn't stretch
Coincidental malpractice is another term for accident
Which that is not, which that is not, which that is not
I'm not gone do the two hour thing every two Thursdays
Anticipation on Wednesday, the room 5 on floor 8
Stop all at that routine, you know that shits fake
Like analog clock, 3 to 9, I need you all day
Look in your eyes at all those untold story's
My Decorative Cowboy hat you wear it like Yee-haw
Up & down like seesaw
Backwards say it I, in the dusk of glory
I keep my jewelry so even though the satin soaks it up for me
Glance locked in
There's no concentration for me to break at all

My weight is on your back, bed spring until I collapse
In lust we fall, no love to be had
I fantasize bout trust
The kind I wish I we had
Outside the hotel room, crank the car, shut the door
Its already "Winter in New Mexico"
I heard that them nights get cold
I can even see my breath, in the window
When the street lights come on