Thin Places by Ubi Fumus Lyrics
[VERSE 1]
Vintage glasses, fitted clothes
In a world spinnin’ fast, I’m practicin’ livin’ slow
Gettin’ lifted at christmas, I missed my siblings so
I swear that the kid is cold
Some shit that glitters is gold
I spit the sickest of flows
And I live a pivotal role
Turn it up and get lit
‘cause I got that shit for your soul
Damn, I’m livin’ in a minute that I can’t record
Guess that’s what Brandon’s got the cameras for
That’s what I’m tryna stay candid for
Ancestral memory is panacea in the land of more
And this is what i’ve got my nana for
Half my family ran amuck, the other half ran a morgue
Playin’ a pair of chords
In my favorite pair of cords
Married to the music and the women are just paramours
I’m all in on a pair of fours
And if I hit it big, you know the deal, man, I swear it’s yours
If not I got my songs to comfort me
And some dreams of livin’ comfortably
I’ve got hopes of being someone see
Fine wines, jazz music, good views, and better company
I still wanna see paris in the spring
Tell me when we all became embarrassed of our dreams
I’m not tryna work a nine to five starin’ at a screen
Swear there’s differences between
Livin’ careless and carefree
So paint your canvas whiter
Lock your doors and break your phone if you want to be a writer
Anything can burn, all you need’s a lighter
Set the world on fire
Laugh and watch it burn higher
[HOOK]
‘cause that’s pretty and that’s nice
I swear this all seems like somethin’ from a past life
I couldn’t tell you where I was last night
All these places so thin, so I clutch that mic
[VERSE 2]
40 in my stomach, 40 in my hand
Flirtin’ with my future, she assured me I’m the man
I’m duckin’ all the rumors, I’m recordin’ when I can
Nights are gettin’ shorter, light a quarter, life is grand
Crosshairs on my ego and it’s open season
Still I love it, I don’t know the reason
I’m broke and bleedin’
Feel so close to a heaven that I don’t believe in
My soul can touch it ‘cause I swear every word i’ve spoken breathes it
Apocalyptic visions
Luciano Pavarotti singing opera at the finish
The white noise builds up blocking the transmission
Records stop spinnin’
This is not an intermission
This is music for the world to end to
Happens seven times a week
You don’t hate it, don’t pretend to
Close your eyes and go to sleep
And even if the world disappears
I promise from my soul I will still be sittin’ here
God left us on our own, but the devil interferes
We fight fire with a flame, until the rain hid our tears
And we’ve changed it appears
A different man in the same bed I laid in for years
Gettin’ faded when i’m faced with these fears
‘cause my path is uncertain and my fate isn’t clear
So drink bourbon and read Ernest Hemingway
Watch the ash on your cigarette disintegrate
Drive your broken down Volvo down the interstate
And know to never push it out your pen unless it penetrates
And know that you’ve been given grace
Don’t let it go to waste let it take you to a thinner place
[HOOK]
[VERSE 3]
Black coffee and aspirin
Just to keep my traction
Long nights just to feed my passion
And you would know if you’ve seen me rappin’
Wrapped in rapture, and a captured soul is free and you can see it happenin’
Tell me does it makes some sort of sense?
My words smell like cheap wine
Cloaked in analog distorted synths
I can’t tell you that we’ll be fine
I would love to think that beauty’s gonna save us
But it probably only calms us as we go to where our grave is
My palms are where my face is
And this bottle’s almost empty please someone quick replace it
From my floorboards you can tell where I’ve been pacin’
You can see the maze I’m caged in
And think I can learn to love this place if I forget what my name is
[HOOK]
Vintage glasses, fitted clothes
In a world spinnin’ fast, I’m practicin’ livin’ slow
Gettin’ lifted at christmas, I missed my siblings so
I swear that the kid is cold
Some shit that glitters is gold
I spit the sickest of flows
And I live a pivotal role
Turn it up and get lit
‘cause I got that shit for your soul
Damn, I’m livin’ in a minute that I can’t record
Guess that’s what Brandon’s got the cameras for
That’s what I’m tryna stay candid for
Ancestral memory is panacea in the land of more
And this is what i’ve got my nana for
Half my family ran amuck, the other half ran a morgue
Playin’ a pair of chords
In my favorite pair of cords
Married to the music and the women are just paramours
I’m all in on a pair of fours
And if I hit it big, you know the deal, man, I swear it’s yours
If not I got my songs to comfort me
And some dreams of livin’ comfortably
I’ve got hopes of being someone see
Fine wines, jazz music, good views, and better company
I still wanna see paris in the spring
Tell me when we all became embarrassed of our dreams
I’m not tryna work a nine to five starin’ at a screen
Swear there’s differences between
Livin’ careless and carefree
So paint your canvas whiter
Lock your doors and break your phone if you want to be a writer
Anything can burn, all you need’s a lighter
Set the world on fire
Laugh and watch it burn higher
[HOOK]
‘cause that’s pretty and that’s nice
I swear this all seems like somethin’ from a past life
I couldn’t tell you where I was last night
All these places so thin, so I clutch that mic
[VERSE 2]
40 in my stomach, 40 in my hand
Flirtin’ with my future, she assured me I’m the man
I’m duckin’ all the rumors, I’m recordin’ when I can
Nights are gettin’ shorter, light a quarter, life is grand
Crosshairs on my ego and it’s open season
Still I love it, I don’t know the reason
I’m broke and bleedin’
Feel so close to a heaven that I don’t believe in
My soul can touch it ‘cause I swear every word i’ve spoken breathes it
Apocalyptic visions
Luciano Pavarotti singing opera at the finish
The white noise builds up blocking the transmission
Records stop spinnin’
This is not an intermission
This is music for the world to end to
Happens seven times a week
You don’t hate it, don’t pretend to
Close your eyes and go to sleep
And even if the world disappears
I promise from my soul I will still be sittin’ here
God left us on our own, but the devil interferes
We fight fire with a flame, until the rain hid our tears
And we’ve changed it appears
A different man in the same bed I laid in for years
Gettin’ faded when i’m faced with these fears
‘cause my path is uncertain and my fate isn’t clear
So drink bourbon and read Ernest Hemingway
Watch the ash on your cigarette disintegrate
Drive your broken down Volvo down the interstate
And know to never push it out your pen unless it penetrates
And know that you’ve been given grace
Don’t let it go to waste let it take you to a thinner place
[HOOK]
[VERSE 3]
Black coffee and aspirin
Just to keep my traction
Long nights just to feed my passion
And you would know if you’ve seen me rappin’
Wrapped in rapture, and a captured soul is free and you can see it happenin’
Tell me does it makes some sort of sense?
My words smell like cheap wine
Cloaked in analog distorted synths
I can’t tell you that we’ll be fine
I would love to think that beauty’s gonna save us
But it probably only calms us as we go to where our grave is
My palms are where my face is
And this bottle’s almost empty please someone quick replace it
From my floorboards you can tell where I’ve been pacin’
You can see the maze I’m caged in
And think I can learn to love this place if I forget what my name is
[HOOK]