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Lyrify.me

Made Possible by Your Taxes by Didi Park Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2017

[Verse]
I crack in the arms of a telethon
That once held me like background music
Music trumpets baseline
A city in a raft
And they are lost at sea
I'm so lost at sea
We look for treasure on an island
Who's borders are solid, stucco, guarded and populated
By young angry diabetics
"We need money"
"I am calling for the cause"
Clocks are ticking, cities rifting
Rivers rippling, I twist the skeletons of the phoneline
Oh my
This city’s going down in a turnt tide
My eyesight bloodshot on my timeline
Im walleyed by these bandages, colored like these mandarins
Language oh stuccoed to the pancreas
I see the government seeping into my children (children)
My bones are cold sores
And they hang in the air
And they hang in the air
They hang in the air
[Outro]
My bones are cold sores
And they hang in the air (x3)
Here's some treasure