Rakaa Iriscience - Delilah lyrics

You cheated (Did you hear that?)
And you lied hear what the promise is
Oh no, no how could you do that
You would never do that

(It’s not what it was, but it is what it is)
I’m, bugging with flashbacks
Struggling past that
Trying to make sense of the abstract
Heart skipped like Picasso painted it strange
A mix of beautiful pleasures and hideous pain
Fools rush in
They say love’s an idiot’s game
I never play dumb
I played hard to win it the same
Me and my lady like
Lee and Lady Pink in the Eighties
Never a toy, but baby doll managed to play me
Should (I)?: Try to find truth in the lies
Or accept I’ll never know and
Make moves in disguise
And grin, a special void filling it in
But that’s physical will never
Have the feeling again


Trusted her
But the cameras had opposing spotlights
Like the headlights, dear: she was frozen
Shoulda checked the time like
Watch shopping on Bundesstrasse
Thought I won, shoulda cut that loss
Flashing my trophy
But I was the prize on display
I heard the giggles and the whispers
All eyes were this way
Gorgeous, but damn near humiliated the god
Swear to God
I felt physical pain in my heart
Putting pictures on tracks like
Graffiti art trains
Living in a shark tank, ‘Eight-Oh-Eight’
Heartbreak let the right one in
Trying to tell apart fake
Hit the vampire light
Never with a heart stake
Should (I)?: Forgive and just move on in healing
Or do it like we do it
Make the pretty toes touch the ceiling
And grin, revenge, lust, feeling the sin
But that’s exercise
Will never have the feeling again

Saw it all, like a fly on the wall
To not question situations not
My style at all
Why does nightfall but not break
Day break, but not fall
There are flagrant fouls
Even when fouls are not called
But, whistle’s blown
The flags are thrown finally
Penalized for lies
Unleash the truth violently
Through the sky, aerodynamic like arrows, fly
Through the drama, through my armor
Through my pride my id, my ego, my superego
Be a week for her
Talkin' ‘Power to the People’
But flawed, good Lord, she deserves an award
Delilah, but the cost is more
Than I can afford
Should (I)?: Pour a toast to my own ‘corazon’
Or a little for hers, injured in the war zone
And grin, thinking back to how our
Buildings would blend but that’s history
Will never have the feeling again