Palms by TRYP Lyrics
[Chorus]
Palms encode the words evoking Beelzebub
This buzz be working
Fuck with me
Words unspoken palm lines show them
Shadow floating disassembly
Fuck with me
Palms encode the words evoking Beelzebub
This buzz be working
Fuck with me
Words unspoken palm lines show them
Shadow floating disassembly
Fuck with me
[Verse 1]
Valleys and creases
Folding on muscles of fingers
Brown in the symbolic features
And each of em symmetric reaches
Feeling my bones of their each is
Tendons connecting my linkage
[?] clenching
The cells of my skin are repeating
Wrinkles and features conceive me
The symbolic messages teaching
My subjective feeling beyond this
My life in my palm this a homage
My nerves in a thread to my arms and
My arms interlinked with my brain then
My brain interlink with my thoughts then
My thoughts interlink with the light grid
I been in the mental beyond this
Ironic I'm still like I got this
You get me inside and I got this
My palm says I'm bound to beyond this
[Chorus]
Palms encode the words evoking Beelzebub
This buzz be working
Fuck with me
Words unspoken palm lines show them
Shadow floating disassembly
Fuck with me
Palms encode the words evoking Beelzebub
This buzz be working
Fuck with me
Words unspoken palm lines show them
Shadow floating disassembly
Fuck with me
Palms encode the words evoking Beelzebub
This buzz be working
Fuck with me
Words unspoken palm lines show them
Shadow floating disassembly
Fuck with me
[Verse 2]
Exhume me
I lift up my old hand that knew me
My bones dry
My whole system spooky
I check hands
Mummified them loosely
Look through them low grooves they choose me
My truth do what mine palm producing
Palm pale like Pompeii
The grooves speak
Speak truth from palm lines
They through me
Through me the old soul
I do see
Do see the [?] they through me
Tho now I do know what man see
Man see the grape vine
The old tree
The surface
The way things are moving
But no more
The weavers before thee
The whole thing is flowing through space time as we all speak we Bring it to being all language it breathes
Yeah
Fuck with me
[Chorus]
Palms encode the words evoking Beelzebub
This buzz be working
Fuck with me
Words unspoken palm lines show them
Shadow floating disassembly
Fuck with me
Palms encode the words evoking Beelzebub
This buzz be working
Fuck with me
Words unspoken palm lines show them
Shadow floating disassembly
Fuck with me
Palms encode the words evoking Beelzebub
This buzz be working
Fuck with me
Words unspoken palm lines show them
Shadow floating disassembly
Fuck with me
Palms encode the words evoking Beelzebub
This buzz be working
Fuck with me
Words unspoken palm lines show them
Shadow floating disassembly
Fuck with me
[Verse 1]
Valleys and creases
Folding on muscles of fingers
Brown in the symbolic features
And each of em symmetric reaches
Feeling my bones of their each is
Tendons connecting my linkage
[?] clenching
The cells of my skin are repeating
Wrinkles and features conceive me
The symbolic messages teaching
My subjective feeling beyond this
My life in my palm this a homage
My nerves in a thread to my arms and
My arms interlinked with my brain then
My brain interlink with my thoughts then
My thoughts interlink with the light grid
I been in the mental beyond this
Ironic I'm still like I got this
You get me inside and I got this
My palm says I'm bound to beyond this
[Chorus]
Palms encode the words evoking Beelzebub
This buzz be working
Fuck with me
Words unspoken palm lines show them
Shadow floating disassembly
Fuck with me
Palms encode the words evoking Beelzebub
This buzz be working
Fuck with me
Words unspoken palm lines show them
Shadow floating disassembly
Fuck with me
Palms encode the words evoking Beelzebub
This buzz be working
Fuck with me
Words unspoken palm lines show them
Shadow floating disassembly
Fuck with me
[Verse 2]
Exhume me
I lift up my old hand that knew me
My bones dry
My whole system spooky
I check hands
Mummified them loosely
Look through them low grooves they choose me
My truth do what mine palm producing
Palm pale like Pompeii
The grooves speak
Speak truth from palm lines
They through me
Through me the old soul
I do see
Do see the [?] they through me
Tho now I do know what man see
Man see the grape vine
The old tree
The surface
The way things are moving
But no more
The weavers before thee
The whole thing is flowing through space time as we all speak we Bring it to being all language it breathes
Yeah
Fuck with me
[Chorus]
Palms encode the words evoking Beelzebub
This buzz be working
Fuck with me
Words unspoken palm lines show them
Shadow floating disassembly
Fuck with me
Palms encode the words evoking Beelzebub
This buzz be working
Fuck with me
Words unspoken palm lines show them
Shadow floating disassembly
Fuck with me