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spice tins, the room smells like paprika. does that make a spicy beat? dunno.

lyrics

[verse one]
skull to the street and my mind is all leak
inhabiting this beat
i know i'm an estranged white boy
so no doubts your blacker than me
shits irrelevant
our connection spiritual, metaphysical
i bring the lyrical you the instrumental
i like to think, i'm part of the family
honorary, i will be a word smith of sorts
using verbs as swords
and my thoughts have grown to become abstract and fractured
this thought reflected by my writing
if observed can you pick the moment
broken, idle
not idle
beside all, myself
i'm not within the me
you know to be my being

wonder where the train is
wander where the train isn't
to a place where in a moment the train is

spread sprayed brainless
tongue so salty and I'm so tasteless
ahh geez my mind swole
if it's food for thought I don't want anymore

[Chorus]
don't get emotionally invested
that shits not a good investment
that shit'll leave you in debt man
that shits not a good investment
that shit never is
you'll be left with zeros and tears
you won't get any return
ahh so many questions
ahh so many lies it burns
i don't need that shit on my conscience
heart back flips and turns
ahh there's no end, no friends

[Verse Two]
excuse me I'm systematic
taking shit out
cleaning out the attic
white king
wide screen
cinematic

my face saddens as i inhale the space occupying this bag
and what we need is on the rack
the cracks in the pavement facilitate my stay in this dampened place

im feeling a disconnect
saddening to see, wasn’t there for a couple weeks
but now that we meet again, oh im feeling a disconnect
It's frustrating to see the disconnect taking the relationship strengthening conversation that avoid my mind lately

i look to the stain of the floor
mind in the sink

my foundations crumble in the setting sun

parle with the moonbeams and stars up above

sat upon this mountain top and watched my time turn to dust

sat down, ear to the ground and petrified, turned to rock

[Bridge]
we jus acquaintances
we jus acquaintances
we jus acquaintances
we jus acquaintances

[Hook] x2
don't get emotionally invested
that shits not a good investment
that shit'll leave you in debt man
that shits not a good investment
that shit never is
you'll be left with zeros and tears
you won't get any return
ahh so many questions
ahh so many lies it burns
i don't need that shit on my conscience
heart back flips and turns
ahh there's no end, no friends

[Bridge]
we jus acquaintances
we jus acquaintances
we jus acquaintances
we jus acquaintances

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from no need, released March 29, 2017

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