paroles de chanson Ennui (feat. Angelacranberry) - Mica Kim

God forsake the lion's spell. The dog awaits
A karma tradin' clientele. The gritty fog it makes
I wish I could go back to hell. At least to rot in graves
I wish I could go back in time. The rotten slaves are caught in
Mine. I rhyme to tell. My heart felt sell
She. Holds on to me. A well before art. A swell before
I'm caught on a fine line. I'm tippie toeing round the way
Shit be showing out today. Me. I should say
Before "out." Clip the locust's
Wings. Things. Sing. They ring
Does it translate? I'm not sure. The
Feeling I get when the seraphim's at the door

You think it hard. I'm just paying. I would like an ultimatum, I'd
Like to make a statement I would like to feel I'm aiming, wanna
Ground these broken payments. Amber might be close. I'm tazed
Tempered icing on a fan of wacky sitcoms
The candlelight is taller than the wax it sits on
I'm glad it rips all, I'm flattered but the ladder is tall
Hand it to me and you'd expect glamorous talk or
Hazardous walk, to my own eyes the latter is all
All rise, all rise, I've had this before, it's alright
The randoms look at my eyes and say the other's all right
Cuz stereotype

Alcohol, alcohol, meet ennui (Thanks for coming out guys, this new to me.)
Alcohol, alcohol, meet ennui
(I'm terrible at singing, but I do it anyway. Tyler, the creator said that
Man I love how nonchalant he is)
Alcohol, alcohol, meet ennui
(You should've seen me while I was writing this one I couldn't stop breathing)
Alcohol, alcohol, (You should've seen) you beauty

The way ennui had me sitting craving only tears
The way Hogsmeade has been living. Place I'm holding dear
Once the people get to see me, I'll be running, dear
Hunt the weasel. Head to be. Flee, all you cunning years
All those funny years
All those cunning years