Crimson Rain

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