Wiser Observer - It Snows Here lyrics
[Wiser Observer - It Snows Here lyrics]
(Page turning, scribbling and mumbling)
Less metaphors less of a chore
This is more for my healing
And less for the applause
It's a lesson for my blessing more
Or less for my poor
My poor soul which is rotting at the core
I bought every dream that the
World had in store
And I left my bible at home
Meeme at the door i'm at war
And I miss home
I miss the fam and the walls and the floor
For those three years, I only wanted to leave
For those three years
I just wanted to breath
For those three years, I was running on steam
But I guess those three years
Were really better for me they made me Wiser
But there's a lot of dark
Things that I think, but never rhyme on
A lot of bad moments that I've held
But never cried on (Aaahh)
A lot of times I should have fought
But always chose to lie on
Don't know who to rely on john, Peter, Simon
Please teach me get my Christ on
'Cause alcohol and cigarettes is where
I get my ride on grind on
Every single girl I lay my eyes on
And every track I'm supremic phoenix
Fire bulimic heaving
Even dragons are terrified of
My fire breathing screaming
I mean it, these rappers scheming
I leave them bleeding apart
I tried to spit from the heart
But it snows here
Peter said use bigger words in my verses
And I tried, but it felt like a lie
I'm really not conscious
I just spit what I feel
And hope it haunts you
I just pray on my knees
When the thought crosses
Or when I'm struggling to
Breath in long classes
(Come on Tuma keep it together)
People scared of dying alone
I'm terrified of dying
The same voice saying, "Man up"
Made me scared of crying and so I drink
Need a lot more alcohol
Please send another boat before I sink
As of late I can't write sober, I can't think
Can't blink
Without the thought of death crossing my mind
I'm terrified of the idea
Of leaving bodies behind is it unkind
I only pray to God out of fear?
And then it's back to the beer
Back the vodka where is my list of sins? How
Many have I now crossed off?
What have I brought on?
Starting to wonder if people change
I'm envious of people confident
In Jesus' name 'Cause in my brain
Words run with temperatures hot as the sun
One gun rappers leave them
Well above well done well son
Right one to rip your body apart
But when I spit from the heart it snows here
Less metaphors less of a chore
This is more for my healing
And less for the applause
It's a lesson for my blessing more
Or less for my poor
My poor soul which is rotting at the core
I bought every dream that the
World had in store
And I left my bible at home
Meeme at the door i'm at war
And I miss home
I miss the fam and the walls and the floor
For those three years, I only wanted to leave
For those three years
I just wanted to breath
For those three years, I was running on steam
But I guess those three years
Were really better for me they made me Wiser
But there's a lot of dark
Things that I think, but never rhyme on
A lot of bad moments that I've held
But never cried on (Aaahh)
A lot of times I should have fought
But always chose to lie on
Don't know who to rely on john, Peter, Simon
Please teach me get my Christ on
'Cause alcohol and cigarettes is where
I get my ride on grind on
Every single girl I lay my eyes on
And every track I'm supremic phoenix
Fire bulimic heaving
Even dragons are terrified of
My fire breathing screaming
I mean it, these rappers scheming
I leave them bleeding apart
I tried to spit from the heart
But it snows here
Peter said use bigger words in my verses
And I tried, but it felt like a lie
I'm really not conscious
I just spit what I feel
And hope it haunts you
I just pray on my knees
When the thought crosses
Or when I'm struggling to
Breath in long classes
(Come on Tuma keep it together)
People scared of dying alone
I'm terrified of dying
The same voice saying, "Man up"
Made me scared of crying and so I drink
Need a lot more alcohol
Please send another boat before I sink
As of late I can't write sober, I can't think
Can't blink
Without the thought of death crossing my mind
I'm terrified of the idea
Of leaving bodies behind is it unkind
I only pray to God out of fear?
And then it's back to the beer
Back the vodka where is my list of sins? How
Many have I now crossed off?
What have I brought on?
Starting to wonder if people change
I'm envious of people confident
In Jesus' name 'Cause in my brain
Words run with temperatures hot as the sun
One gun rappers leave them
Well above well done well son
Right one to rip your body apart
But when I spit from the heart it snows here