paroles de chanson Eye - Bayley

I only talk in muffles
I only hear the scuffles
I keep it all in Duffles
I stay with all the ruffles
I, I, I, I
I only talk in muffles
I only hear the scuffles
I keep it all in Duffles
I stay with all the ruffles
I, I, I, I

I keep you challenged
Keep this balance
Reek some havoc
Speak some damage
Teach what's fathomed
Leach some phantoms, wait
Leak some random ransoms
Marilyn Manson oh so handsome
Peak with tans and squeak some mantra
Needs some fans and bleed some fanta
Read from lantern keep things standard
All this planned and cheap some man's are
Worth a tampon, free some hands on
Tweak some glands on, tweet some brands on
Freedom's lands gone, need some dampened
Pleas are saddened, been ran rampant
Free some camps and see what happened
Pree the lamping
I'm so egotistical it's mythical and it's not a fucking phase
I'm so hot I melt sand on the beach; house a mirror maze
I'm a prodigy it bothers me, just look at all the grades
The grass is always cleaner, greener look at all the blades
It's embedded, threaded in me like you see through the braids
In all black with the sunglasses so all I see is shade and I rock the vignette until the light begins to fade
My art a fine wine it gets better with age

I only talk in muffles
I only hear the scuffles
I keep it all in Duffles
I stay with all the ruffles
I, I, I, I
I only talk in muffles
I only hear the scuffles
I keep it all in Duffles
I stay with all the ruffles
I, I, I, I

Looking to the sky
Looking for what's mine, yeah, yeah
Looking to the sky
Looking for what's mine, yeah, yeah
Looking for my cloud
Tryna grab my crown
Waiting for the sound
They can't take what's ours
Vocals over socials
Focal over phone call
Know you more than local
I hoped to yeah
I hoped to
I wrote through notes to understand the cloakroom
Itching let it poke you
I can count the total eye contact, no I don't lack
My sight's all fact, my fore's intact
Sitting in the dark, what I hear is a party
Coldness inside, you looking all hearty
Some emoticons
I don't gloat too long
Don't approach you on
Don't approach you from
A place like I needed compliments
Main act solo no condiments
On my own still confidant
No confidante
No consulate
I'm opulent
A monument
No liberties, little squeeze, little tease, no
Rigidly fixing the inner me though
No switching teeth, switching team, fidgety, no
Crystal clean, whistle neat, I'm digitally dope
I'm giving me hope in these writtens
In a schism in a rhythm gentle lyricism
No one knows where sin'll get him, yeah