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Elize

Elise van der Horst (born 22 July 1982), better known as EliZe, is a Dutch singer-songwriter. more »

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Dwelling in the middle of the night
With a little bit of light
And the opposite element of high
So low, I'm positive, negatives never die
A diminishing soul, but the sentimentals ride
No go
What I'm on?
Used to be the outer body, smoke, drink
That's what I embodied
Daydreaming of the top, no Rocky
Never 'bout the party
On a mission
So I'm out of hobbies
Buried in a pillow, better than when ya pills low
It was something never needed
So here, take some willow, better than when ya will's low
And that bitch is undefeated
Mind in a rush
Now I'm getting stuck
'Cause I'm ramblin' and I don't give a f*ck
Whatever it takes to get out of my mind
F*ck it, I'm bouta go and take a drive
Libido in the speed, yo
Get me going, now my knees low
My baby let me ride, he that know I need mo'
Never stop 'til he hit E twice
That's when every part of E goes
I can never get off with these fools, muthafuckas got me out here trippin'
So if you ain't ever seen me coming, muthafucka, just know that I didn't
100 miles, my mind's going faster
Genetics made me wish my thoughts were bastards
Maybe then I just wouldn't fathom
Maybe then I just wouldn't have them
That's when darkness pursues
Found more of myself, but lost what I knew
Exposure leaves more room for the light
It's 5 AM, time to go back inside
My God… Tired of this shit… Whatever, man
The days get later, and the weight of my brain is greater
Not much for the pain, it's safer
To sleep, 'cause I'm trained to chase a
Huge grief, so I named it anger
Say its name with favor
Done playing the waiver
They turn appraiser when it's time to praise her
You keep it player, they keep it hater, you rise, and then you sit back, 'cause you peep the vapors
They mark E's moves, stay out my biz
He say, she say, doubts and shit
Power in the tongue, faded out by licks
Rolling with punches, they out for kicks
I'm out for lifts
In spirits, so tequila fits
Salt first for the wounds, then a lime for the feeling hits
In there lies a shot, and the healing skips
And later yields the bitch
I find it harder to be alone
I'm trippin', wishin'
See how I fit in
My style, my heart, and a feenin' bone
Vicious kismet of a twisted misses
The bite is bark and the scene is wrong
Despite the distance, I see the difference
When they kick you out, but I'm leaving home
(Yeah, I'm leaving home)
Conflicting ain't it, asunder placed in
Time is pacing, I'm the one for patience
To take what's mine, to live it up so gracious
So I need a place where the space is vacant
'Til then, my mental's nomadic
Stillness, a crutch if you turn it stagnant
Roaming for life for no place of sadness
But no matter where I go, I must face the facts, shit

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