Crimson Rain

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I let the crimson rain with pastel colours crystallise on my face
Sink full of mould and dew with gunk and goo no eradication no trace
Cracks, we hadda fill em over with paste
Packs, bags packed up in a case
Pinky finger swipe and taste
Blacked out pupils face-to-face
Emerald, Diamonds, Rubies, Gold
All these raw elements I wanna hold
Ferrari's, Lamborghini's or both
Picking my poison the liquid is cold
The devil is happy you sold em your soul
All for a grand you know how it goes
I try jump ship I get sea sick
I'm too bait for the capture Moby Dick
Late for the snapture pose and click
They wanna talk they'd be actors
Contractors sign checks too quick
I want the money not a plaque so I'm picking up a toothpick
Chipping at loose bits and when they can't hear me I repeat like Im brick - toothpick
I'm in polar peak a PurpleBear turned into some purple meat
Absorb the sun and now we got solar heat so lonely it feels so cold too me
The vultures come to eat and now I've got a purple fleece
And everybody knows vultures don't eat fur
Why? Change the subject
You're moving too manic, causing a panic
Be spilling your drink when you're sipping from a chalice
Look at these lights, aurora borealis
Be hypnotised - gold in the Vatican palace
Enchanting, smell the fumes of the cauldron I'm dancing
With this liquid overflowing that's how we're knowing to
Calm down
Serenity so heavenly, I structure verses cleverly
Live in the past so I don't know what's meant to be
Whisper in your ears I do it so pleasently
They hate me my work is on disallow
My lyrical genius inbound
Methodical thinking I'm changing my sound, I pick up a pen I'm a poet now
I let the crimson rain with pastel colours crystallise on my face
Sink full of mould and dew with gunk and goo no eradication no trace
Cracks, we hadda fill em over with paste
Packs, bags packed up in a case
Pinky finger swipe and taste
Blacked out pupils face-to-face
I run on the beach like It's quicksand
I got money and power in a rich hand
We got promised to promise-land and then they stole our dreams like It's contraband
And now I stand on my lone strand, intoxicated in my homeland
My mind is weak and my body's meek so you can call me mill coz I don't measure grams
It's do or die I never died on em so you know I'm repping for the team
Squad popping bottles like the works on Guy Fawkes the maddest if you'd seen
Look and see what's on the telly numn soon it will be me
I got butterflies in my belly the caterpillars off the weed
Nah nah
Tell me, you told me, you love it, you came in with ease
I let the crimson rain with pastel colours crystallise on my face
Sink full of mould and dew with gunk and goo no eradication no trace
Cracks, we hadda fill em over with paste
Packs, bags packed up in a case
Pinky finger swipe and taste
Blacked out pupils face-to-face
Emerald, Diamonds, Rubies, Gold
All these raw elements I wanna hold
Ferrari's, Lamborghini's or both
Picking my poison the liquid is cold
The devil is happy you sold em your soul
All for a grand you know how it goes

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