Moor Mother, Keir Neuringer, Justmadnice - SO SWEET AMINA lyrics
[Moor Mother, Keir Neuringer, Justmadnice - SO SWEET AMINA lyrics]
(S'alright, s'alright
It's all blood
It's alright, it's alright)
So much money you can taste it
So sweet, mama said it'll rot your teeth
Run your blood up
Leave your hands all bloody
Curve your back, make you a moon
All round and brittle
Yelling into the black void of space
(Cryptkeepers of violence, it's all love)
Anybody out there sticky, sweet
Aching molasses
(Hold tight)
So sweet on me (Hold your wife)
Smile at me so, so sweet on me, smile
(Share your life)
So sweet on me
(It's alright, it's all blood)
Smilin' at me so sweet
(Cryptkeepers of violence, it's all love)
Meet me on the stoop, dressed
Like night kissin' snow
I mean so sweet
(It's alright, it's life)
So sweet on me, must be from Chicago
(Whole love, wholе life)
Or Blackwell, or Texas
(It's alright, it's all blood)
So sweet on mе
Mama said it'd rot my teeth
(S'alright, it's all blood)
Smile so sweet on me (It's all love)
We've been hearing them singing
And she goin' on out
There, screamin' and shoutin', and
So through the week
When it
Wasn't Sunday, we children would
Play havin' church
Sometimes we'd be
Settin' up on the other
House play havin' church
Cause then. Someone else
Would be up preachin', and sung, maybe
We'd pray, we'd get happy
Like, just get happy and shout
But I'd always sing
I always did like to sing. And always tried
I'd be
The one to sing. I sang sing a song
And then I'd get down on my knees and pray
It's all blood
It's alright, it's alright)
So much money you can taste it
So sweet, mama said it'll rot your teeth
Run your blood up
Leave your hands all bloody
Curve your back, make you a moon
All round and brittle
Yelling into the black void of space
(Cryptkeepers of violence, it's all love)
Anybody out there sticky, sweet
Aching molasses
(Hold tight)
So sweet on me (Hold your wife)
Smile at me so, so sweet on me, smile
(Share your life)
So sweet on me
(It's alright, it's all blood)
Smilin' at me so sweet
(Cryptkeepers of violence, it's all love)
Meet me on the stoop, dressed
Like night kissin' snow
I mean so sweet
(It's alright, it's life)
So sweet on me, must be from Chicago
(Whole love, wholе life)
Or Blackwell, or Texas
(It's alright, it's all blood)
So sweet on mе
Mama said it'd rot my teeth
(S'alright, it's all blood)
Smile so sweet on me (It's all love)
We've been hearing them singing
And she goin' on out
There, screamin' and shoutin', and
So through the week
When it
Wasn't Sunday, we children would
Play havin' church
Sometimes we'd be
Settin' up on the other
House play havin' church
Cause then. Someone else
Would be up preachin', and sung, maybe
We'd pray, we'd get happy
Like, just get happy and shout
But I'd always sing
I always did like to sing. And always tried
I'd be
The one to sing. I sang sing a song
And then I'd get down on my knees and pray