How To Be a Gemini
Jonwayne
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Jonwayne - How To Be a Gemini Lyrics & Traduction

Red knives in the fireplace
Cut beef like the bible says
Tear streets off with no feet lest they want to walk in the motherland
Purple hearts in her father's hand
Pull plugs like magicians
No thugs had a tear on his face more permanent than those who never listen
I never know if I'm crazy
Or if the world can't hear me
So I scream like I was under water hold the bottle like a baby during breast feed
The seasons are oblivious
In California where we're creeping
Fold light like a blanket, I'm a neptune native with the stars on my platelets
There's no ground where I'm walking, upon the shoulder blade of Atlas
My pen and pad ready cool tongue on the steady hold the fist like a fascist
Watch me fall when the rain does
That's when I rap like the pharaoh
Split hairs over tooth and diminishing inwards, threads getting narrow
They never knew me from next
I never knew a heart from a handsaw
If they could walk ten feet in my sandals I would even let them see what a man saw
They never knew me from next
I never knew a heart from a handsaw
If they could walk ten feet in my sandals I would even let them see what a man saw
See what a man saw

I'm furious
Past the phase of dealing with shit
Yanking out stitches
Staking out pigeons
Loosed a killer without a mission
It's likely I'm living in my life's intermission
For the rest of it taking beats under my breast
Up the BPM when I'm stressed
Double that with the drink smoke sesh'
Not liking these dudes in my head
They ain't rooting for me and my bread
But every time I bring the shit up and plays for more ways for me to play dead
And I'm a good actor
Watch us all get along
Cuz' my capacity for mastering my craft is so dastardly it feels wrong
These motherfuckers after me and my faculty
Really wish I was living life lavishly
But I carry on, keeping it in the family with these songs
Black Russian, lungs full of Mustard Gas
Pump breaks with your forehead, hit the dash
Whiplash
Whiplash
Black Russian, lungs full of Mustard Gas
Pump breaks with your forehead, hit the dash
Whiplash
Whiplash


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