Intimacy by Yung Schnooty Lyrics
I put the key on her locket, the fill to the left
The shade’s on the right side, light spills on the rest
Her breasts were fucking far apart tho, pardon my french
I had her draw a little something, then started to sketch
Her hair was orangish red and not a reddish orange
I read remedially what she had read in Honors
We talked for hours, as I drew as much as she let
The essence of thе subject is what’s not said
When we mеt, I had set; she was drop dead
Less geous more gor once on set
The night led, started feeling little light head
Her white dress matched her hair once quite wet
From eraser to the lead to eraser again
The paper made her the caboose what her facial expressed
My eyes stressed back and forth while I’m pacing on edge
I tried to cut a little deeper, the blade wouldn’t
Bend
The number 2 broke, fuck I don’t have a sharpener
I couldn’t rush the second step I only have a marker
Its not expo shit, you can’t err with it
She’s slouched, I pulled the sharpie, her pitch suddenly shifts
Her one lung’s filled up with blood now probably I think
As she looks up at me calm like a zombie and spits
All the blood up so I rush up, push her back in position
Pat up the liquid, re-easel, capture the vision
I have yet to see a project that has lasted an image
It looked beautiful, but she was pretty much finished
I wanna see her pass from this
From the scene through the pen to the pad that is
I didn’t plan for the transfer to be a one way trip
But then again I knew what would come out of this
Would be such a remarkable
Unsurpassable work of art
The Noah's arc to go on for a flood
Before your soul is lost
On a different page, both of us are
In the same boat on the tunnel of love
I’m repainting after mopping up a few drops more
Cause she’s vain and poured her arteries all on the floor
We thought the heart flowed unidirectionally so it stopped
And that had me thinking i could just restart
The feeling crept, I flip the page but the ink bled
Flipped back, ripped it off its a chopped head
I brushed it off crumpled it then I tossed it
And I dipped out the door with the hostage
I had her folded on my shoulder, was awkward at best
How she's staring at her feet not watching her step
Threw her off how we part at the top deck
Discarded in depth like Tarocchi’s Death
The shade’s on the right side, light spills on the rest
Her breasts were fucking far apart tho, pardon my french
I had her draw a little something, then started to sketch
Her hair was orangish red and not a reddish orange
I read remedially what she had read in Honors
We talked for hours, as I drew as much as she let
The essence of thе subject is what’s not said
When we mеt, I had set; she was drop dead
Less geous more gor once on set
The night led, started feeling little light head
Her white dress matched her hair once quite wet
From eraser to the lead to eraser again
The paper made her the caboose what her facial expressed
My eyes stressed back and forth while I’m pacing on edge
I tried to cut a little deeper, the blade wouldn’t
Bend
The number 2 broke, fuck I don’t have a sharpener
I couldn’t rush the second step I only have a marker
Its not expo shit, you can’t err with it
She’s slouched, I pulled the sharpie, her pitch suddenly shifts
Her one lung’s filled up with blood now probably I think
As she looks up at me calm like a zombie and spits
All the blood up so I rush up, push her back in position
Pat up the liquid, re-easel, capture the vision
I have yet to see a project that has lasted an image
It looked beautiful, but she was pretty much finished
I wanna see her pass from this
From the scene through the pen to the pad that is
I didn’t plan for the transfer to be a one way trip
But then again I knew what would come out of this
Would be such a remarkable
Unsurpassable work of art
The Noah's arc to go on for a flood
Before your soul is lost
On a different page, both of us are
In the same boat on the tunnel of love
I’m repainting after mopping up a few drops more
Cause she’s vain and poured her arteries all on the floor
We thought the heart flowed unidirectionally so it stopped
And that had me thinking i could just restart
The feeling crept, I flip the page but the ink bled
Flipped back, ripped it off its a chopped head
I brushed it off crumpled it then I tossed it
And I dipped out the door with the hostage
I had her folded on my shoulder, was awkward at best
How she's staring at her feet not watching her step
Threw her off how we part at the top deck
Discarded in depth like Tarocchi’s Death