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Lyrify.me

Technicolor Tears by Tanksley Lyrics

Genre: rb | Year: 2017

[Verse 1]
I left a smile
Waiting for you
In candlelit worry
Lines really rush in now

[Verse 2]
Suffered words
Wisp through the door (Poison)
Your face plays defense again
Against wicked love and foe

[Chorus]
American in hand
Living on a sorry prayer
Wonderful water
Wash over the hour
Who am I and will my children be as blue?
Suddenly I'm crying onto
Friends, we've all felt estranged sometimes
Handle with care and not divide
[Bridge]
Simulation's almost over love
Could you be the one I died for?
Bе the one I cry for, oh?
Technicolor tеars I bawl
Harder than I'd die for
The me in you at 16
The moon is pulling us the same
Envy and fear are the weakness
Ebb and flow, my dear

[Chorus]
American in hand
Living on a sorry prayer
Wonderful water
Wash over the hour
Who am I and will my children be as blue?
Suddenly I'm crying onto
Borrowed skin, face of God
Handle with care and not divide

[Bridge]
Simulation's almost over love
Could you be the one I died for?
Be the one I cry for, oh?
Technicolor tears I bought
Harder than I died for
The me in you at 16
The moon is pulling man the same
Envy and fear are the weakness
Ebb and flow, my dear
[Outro]
March for love, hand-in-hand with mankind down darker aisle
Go ahead, light candle, celebrate your life
Born again, sworn in
Hold on, memoir your heart with moments sublime (Moments sublime, moments sublime)
Tell them who you are
Double helix, basking tree, I'm the pied piper
Flute and fan, I'm alright swimming in the mire
I can almost see out of the glass
I'll make it out
A little boy who never played in the grass
I was about space roving yet only rose-red grass
And glasses from the fountain of youth
Never passed out in class
Too busy hiding the truth
Blame blame and restrained imagination
I play the root
Push the button, I'm slain by the taste of fertilizer
Rewind, rewind and analyze so much
I believe my tastebuds apologizing for being a sore thumb or eye sore
When the shame fell in high school hallways
Always on my way to social studies
So, tell me what's wrong today
What's wrong?
Well I'm running frowns into the ground like Ron Swanson
Swallowing pounds of Vitamin D, it's ironic
Still running from the sun like no melanin, vampire
Deez nuts dry from dial
I live in the shower
Spill my guts until spring
I'm too clean
It's God awful
Trying to wash the God off of me like Richard Dawkins
You never taught me that everybody got it
Social studies is murder chalk for Black boys
Studies for wrong Black boards
Chalk if he hopscotch
Chalk if he walk towards
Chalk if he turn back
Chalk if he Olaf, hold off, Zoloft
Whole thought molded not to be so soft
Cops cock recorded
Reportedly he dozed off on the trigger finger
A warrior slits his own sword with excuses like "Who saw?"
Who?
The borrowed skin, the face of God
The borrowed skin, the face of God
Now I'm the man of hour
Excellent cocoa powder, a-ka-pow it surfaced
This is my life
Not a hundred year sentence
And oh, did I mention: quick cry if you got time
Raise the water and help the sun rise
Wonderful water replenish the power
'Cause I swear
On the black of my hand
On the black of my mind
Crack of voice at crossroads when becoming a man
I'll make you proud of me
I'll make you proud