Lyrics Iceland Moss - A COLORS SHOW - Sudan Archives

I'm tired
I'm bothered
Yet dwelling on the fact
You're just like
My father
You don't know when to quit it, admit it
I don't need your fucking handle
Tired of this silly dance
As I'm the special on my high out
Don't get it twisted, this is where I stand
Don't get consumed, don't wanna want to
Had a couple rounds, now it's my turn
Can't stand to see a nigger flirty
Don't get it twisted, this is where I stand
You think I'm soft
Like Iceland moss
All over me
Mike harmonies
Life's a priest ring
So smooth like us
I think that's why
We're eye to eye
I'd rather lose focus instead
Enjoy these moments to spare
Looks like we're going nowhere
I left my path, got my wine
And saw the words on the wall
Our love's a cave in the dark
It read that you're all done
She said, "How you going?
Walk around, acting like you don't even care"
"Last year we were so close, tell me, how'd we get here?"
If you don't know, then I'll make it clear
I don't need your fucking handle
Tired of this silly dance
As I'm the special on my high out
Don't get it twisted this is where I stand
You think I'm soft
Like Iceland moss
All over me
Mike harmonies
Life's a priest ring
So smooth like us
I think that's why
We're eye to eye
You think I'm soft like Iceland moss
Watch me prance in the Iceland loft
That we built with the Iceland thoughts
While you watched through the window coat
I loved you soft like Iceland moss
I loved you soft like Iceland moss
I held you close like Iceland moss
I held you close then I saw you off
You think I'm soft
Like Iceland moss
All over me
Mike harmonies
Life's a priest ring
So smooth like us
I think that's why
We're eye to eye