paroles de chanson Brittle Bones - Mawcus

Yeah
It's some phrases made for brittle bones
Very, very few I know can say I did 'em wrong
Cause they carry tunes that I won't fiddle on
Get my instrumental on, by my doley
Adversity make the story, can't wait for consoling
End my night off on the right note when I get to scrolling
"Almost ain't nothing," sentiment that stuck, my pops told me
"It get lonely where I'm at," that's what the top told me
So I am not folding

Ugh, look
Fish-scale whales, ain't no seaport, but the city's full of Whalers
Roll Bob's, printer-paper bams, or freak a black, inhale it
Add the suburbs brushing shoulders, see the streets, don't see the failures
Live by the sword, pray to lord it don't impale 'ya
Always chase your scrapes like pegao from abuela
Picked up game from my pops, would take me with him to the tailor
My mom taught me a lot, but she's a rose, i'd never share her
Reminiscent rhythms get me rifting rivieras
Talking over beauty, find my gold and the scarab
Indiana Jones'n, take the treasure from the terror
Gotta do more than pray to take the peril, make it perish
See you shuckin' and you jivin', I ain't chucking what you cherish
But i'm straight, we ain't leveled when it comes to what we behold
Niggas copping eighths, sluggin' fifths, tryna be whole
I be with it, fractioned off in search of pieces of a man
On my Gil-Scott Heron, 'til I peel, pop bands
And I reel my chance, now I feel locked in
If you want it how I want it, you would feel my stance
Can't hold a candle to my gambit, won't reveal my hand
But I'm careful, incantations wrote could lead by example
I just cruised back from Stamford, the Merritt get me enamored
Mannerisms of a mogul, candid in my banter
Tangled in my conscious, iron composure for advantage
I'm a god, cross the tantrums over, though I'm never shamming
(So I let 'em know)

It's some phrases made for brittle bones
Very, very few I know can say I did 'em wrong
Cause they carry tunes that I won't fiddle on
Get my instrumental on, by my doley
Adversity make the story, can't wait for consoling
End my night off on the right note when I get to scrolling
"Almost ain't nothing," sentiment that stuck, my pops told me
"It get lonely where I'm at," that's what the top told me
So I am not folding, ugh