Andy Morin, The Garden - French Kiss the Abyss lyrics
[Andy Morin, The Garden - French Kiss the Abyss lyrics]
I lay around, I get heavy
You pull up on me in an 06' Chevy
I could've sworn I saw a woman inside
All strung out, fucked up, tryna' get high
Like we couldn't notice
Like we wouldn't mind
Let it pass by a lot, a lot of damn times
Naive, yeah ya' borderline blind
Focus on real life, we always let it slide
Tre flip the gap hung over the baloney
Lotta ice or lean, kinda been straight phoney
Horse to a pony caton to Stephonie
Shut the fuck up, I don't need any testimony
I ain't got a grip too tight for my psyché
Dim my own light 'cause I
Light up so brightly
I could show you hell if you
Don't use the high beams
Go out into the hillside and slam
Into the nearest dry tree
Slam into the nearest dry tree
Like a piece of food
I keep getting swallowed
Think big, couldn't be bothered
Gettin' ripped so hard, life's such a follow
Thought we hit the road
Now we spin the bottle
Cut my photo, now I gotta shovel
Backtrack with this mime in this bubble
Need to get my act back
Find it in the rubble
Too many hours spent, too much struggle
In this inductive mystery
I just tried to get back to me
Been there, fucked up, don't mind me
Why'd you still get back to me?
Tell ya' like it is, I don't wanna abyss
So much on my plate, I kinda wanna admit
Got something at your media, report back
And let's see how genius i'm fuckin', Jesus
Ya' ain't talking to me
Now you're missing the bliss
French kiss the abyss mental disappearance
Inspiration in your wings
But when you're shot
Inspiration in your wings
But when you're shot
You pull up on me in an 06' Chevy
I could've sworn I saw a woman inside
All strung out, fucked up, tryna' get high
Like we couldn't notice
Like we wouldn't mind
Let it pass by a lot, a lot of damn times
Naive, yeah ya' borderline blind
Focus on real life, we always let it slide
Tre flip the gap hung over the baloney
Lotta ice or lean, kinda been straight phoney
Horse to a pony caton to Stephonie
Shut the fuck up, I don't need any testimony
I ain't got a grip too tight for my psyché
Dim my own light 'cause I
Light up so brightly
I could show you hell if you
Don't use the high beams
Go out into the hillside and slam
Into the nearest dry tree
Slam into the nearest dry tree
Like a piece of food
I keep getting swallowed
Think big, couldn't be bothered
Gettin' ripped so hard, life's such a follow
Thought we hit the road
Now we spin the bottle
Cut my photo, now I gotta shovel
Backtrack with this mime in this bubble
Need to get my act back
Find it in the rubble
Too many hours spent, too much struggle
In this inductive mystery
I just tried to get back to me
Been there, fucked up, don't mind me
Why'd you still get back to me?
Tell ya' like it is, I don't wanna abyss
So much on my plate, I kinda wanna admit
Got something at your media, report back
And let's see how genius i'm fuckin', Jesus
Ya' ain't talking to me
Now you're missing the bliss
French kiss the abyss mental disappearance
Inspiration in your wings
But when you're shot
Inspiration in your wings
But when you're shot