past tents part 2 by twxg Lyrics
[Intro]
Ayy
Ayy, yuh
Shouts out spoox, karudi
[Verse]
I am a stranger, I knock on the door
A knock on wood to your ageing ears
Drums beating, head pounding
Heartbeat hidden, it disappears
What terrible manner of thing has happened
That led me moving further in attachment
I guess that my heart was too warm
For a piece of paper, papyrus, torn
Over, under, which way you want
It’s hard to tell which way you flaunt
Talking too much and I hope that it happen
I’m losing control like my name is Verstappen
I open a Quran, I rip out the words and rejumble them into a Bible
Eyes always open, I pop all my pills and my ADHD a disciple (ayy)
It’s the things that are simply high and unreachable
Why can’t I process the things that are teachable
Tantalised, grab for the fruit, the fruit that is simply a mirror
‘Cause everyone’s different, far too much so
What sort of thing on my back should I tow?
Tow Mater to my childhood, back when everything was good
We were too dumb to think about time
And I’m so glad that we could
It’s like we were self aware of the lucidity
While drowning in our stupidity
Everything now is so finnicky, fiddly
Single touch makes the house of cards diddly
Squat, that’s my favourite farm, why can’t I travel all around
Am I truly currently stuck in this hard American ground?
It’s stopping me from becoming who I am
And what that means? Beats me
Take a shot that’s for sure
I remember when I acted so beastie
What’s something new, a typical thing
Daily routine, get out the rags that I wring
Groggily open eyed thinking won’t help it
Probably hoping I’d think that I’d shelve it
Shove it in the fridge, save it for later
Lumpy old leftovers, what can save her
The hobbies are pointless, what’s all of it for
Never gonna finish my type set with four
That stella, there it’s stopping me
It’s constantly there, on top of me
When will I realise that I simply hold no pride
Worthless or not, it’s getting old inside
I’m past the tents, not begging anymore
It’s simply time to think about more
Enough of the times that I feel a sore
It’s simple lines, ones and twos, no more
Driving my way to my freedom, my victory
Wanting to leave all the past in the history
Downshift to third on my way home from work
Getting money for a car that I love to the earth
But it’s more than that, material things, gone, not worth it
It’s something like a hug, always holding on, cherish it forever
It’s something like a hug, always holding on, cherish it forever
Ayy
Ayy, yuh
Shouts out spoox, karudi
[Verse]
I am a stranger, I knock on the door
A knock on wood to your ageing ears
Drums beating, head pounding
Heartbeat hidden, it disappears
What terrible manner of thing has happened
That led me moving further in attachment
I guess that my heart was too warm
For a piece of paper, papyrus, torn
Over, under, which way you want
It’s hard to tell which way you flaunt
Talking too much and I hope that it happen
I’m losing control like my name is Verstappen
I open a Quran, I rip out the words and rejumble them into a Bible
Eyes always open, I pop all my pills and my ADHD a disciple (ayy)
It’s the things that are simply high and unreachable
Why can’t I process the things that are teachable
Tantalised, grab for the fruit, the fruit that is simply a mirror
‘Cause everyone’s different, far too much so
What sort of thing on my back should I tow?
Tow Mater to my childhood, back when everything was good
We were too dumb to think about time
And I’m so glad that we could
It’s like we were self aware of the lucidity
While drowning in our stupidity
Everything now is so finnicky, fiddly
Single touch makes the house of cards diddly
Squat, that’s my favourite farm, why can’t I travel all around
Am I truly currently stuck in this hard American ground?
It’s stopping me from becoming who I am
And what that means? Beats me
Take a shot that’s for sure
I remember when I acted so beastie
What’s something new, a typical thing
Daily routine, get out the rags that I wring
Groggily open eyed thinking won’t help it
Probably hoping I’d think that I’d shelve it
Shove it in the fridge, save it for later
Lumpy old leftovers, what can save her
The hobbies are pointless, what’s all of it for
Never gonna finish my type set with four
That stella, there it’s stopping me
It’s constantly there, on top of me
When will I realise that I simply hold no pride
Worthless or not, it’s getting old inside
I’m past the tents, not begging anymore
It’s simply time to think about more
Enough of the times that I feel a sore
It’s simple lines, ones and twos, no more
Driving my way to my freedom, my victory
Wanting to leave all the past in the history
Downshift to third on my way home from work
Getting money for a car that I love to the earth
But it’s more than that, material things, gone, not worth it
It’s something like a hug, always holding on, cherish it forever
It’s something like a hug, always holding on, cherish it forever