…the fucking phone baby)
I wrote you a letter
Just the other day
My friend it said
"Tonight my body lays crucified
Across…
…the carcus
That our love grew
Tonight black feathers float
From the sky like
It's raining lies
Tonight my lungs are hanging
From a telephone wire
My…
…the chemical gun?
Every car that passes on this
Crooked highway bears your face on it's grill
Every headlight casts your shadow
Onto my open…
…/every nights the mark of a new day/ and every day's the start of something new," Mount croons to more rough-'n'-ready electronics…
…hilariously melodramatic: "love letters all I see, on every day I read, bits of yellow paper, addressed from you to me." Forget literal…
…say we'll try anything," like a lover hanging onto a relationship despite knowing its fate is doomed.
"He's got the most immaculate…
…say I'm too honest holding onto a promise
Just an open book full of novels, fairy tales full of sorrows
On negatives I don't…
…tired hanging out coffins
We tired of knowing that in America being a black man is being cautious
[Pre Hook]
Yea too many single…
…it's beyond the police
We got to show every boy, an girl, man and women that we all precious in God's sight
Whether black…
…heart seeds grew.
I know where the canaries go.
I know where the crows go.
So pick up the fucking phone.
I sent you a letter just…
…from the sky like it's raining lies.
Tonight my lungs are hanging from a telephone wire,
choking on the broken digits of a dial tone…
…car that passes on this crooked highway bears your face on it's grill.
Every headlight casts your shadow onto my open hear vigil…
An unknown person walks in and steps out of his shoes
He kicks them off onto a sea of other shoes
CUT TO:
INT. PRODUCTION ROOM - DAY…
…if somebody sees, I'm free
Red "V" bleed out a scarlet letter, kill a king
And I'll sitting ready for whatever weather the seasons sing
Picking…
…shit on the radio
Fruit was so hanging low, I didn't even bother
She tryna land Obama's, man she get it from her mama
I don't blame…
An unknown person walks in and steps out of his shoes
He kicks them off onto a sea of other shoes
CUT TO:
INT. PRODUCTION ROOM - DAY…
…if somebody sees, I'm free
Red "V" bleed out a scarlet letter, kill a king
And I'll sitting ready for whatever weather the seasons sing…
…shit on the radio
Fruit was so hanging low, I didn't even bother
She tryna land Obama's, man she get it from her mama
I don't…