Marlowe - Palm Readers lyrics

Never liked my appeal
Stick to the drill, kick your stone uphill
I'll sleep when I feel
Write that down in my

Quarter past twelve, still not phased
Quota met gas, straight octane
From the old ways, learned some new things
Gotta give thanks for the scrapes
Off the loose change
Just to dig crates for the brakes
Tryna move thangs
Something we can lace and not get
Yanked by the shoe strangs
Shoulda been more patient, bit the plate
Got a loose fang
Still they know I'm capable, mistakes I
Might have made a few
That's way before the mood change
Life on betterment, there's no telling it
Made through my revenant
Gave to my brethren
Father dropped hella jewels
Said that I look better rich and
Now I got that fever pitch
In room, I'm the elephant

You can read my palms for the evidence
All my days are long
Counting scars like a veteran
Up until the dawn
From the dawn and I'm settling
Bard in the residence, bars for the medicine
Far from the elements
Not the one to meddle with
Don't know where my era is
Even on the edge, I never slip
And I stay up on this shift
Put some etches on the checklist
Bacon for the breakfast
Praying for the restless

You come with me
Okay, okay, I'll come with you
It ain't far

Quarter past eight
Still got my head on straight
Because my walls don't talk and
My alarm don't shake i evolved in the dark
Turned my home to a base
Kept the ball in my park
Watched it all fall in place
When it all falls apart
I keep it moving like a freight
Got no problem staying wake
I got so much left at stake
I just got up from the rubble
Never crumble under weight
I just beat another struggle
Put the supper on a plate
Nothing could unread the eyes
Tried to hide but the shine
You made it just in time
I've been putting overtime
At night I come alive
Nothing you could undermine
Need you to pick a side
Got that from my mother's side
Catch me staying up at night
Never flip that open sign
Never pick another sky
Just the way I hold ties
Always chasing old highs
Catch me in that coal mine
They be sleep with both eyes
But I never close mine

You can read my palms for the evidence
All my days are long
Counting scars like a veteran
Up until the dawn
From the dawn and I'm settling
Bard in the residence, bars for the medicine
Far from the elements
Not the one to meddle with
Don't know where my era is
Even on the edge, I never slip
And I stay up on this shift
Put some etches on the checklist
Bacon for the breakfast
Praying for the restless

We need to redirect it
Or find a new directive (yeah)
It ain't in the objective
Doin' objective shit

I want you to meet a new
Guy what's gonna with us, this is uh
There's no runaways here, man
Why don't you run away?
Can I, can I, can I?