E L U C I D & Sebb Bash First Light Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm on farmer time
If you trippin' the line where silence hide inside
I and I, at my most wide was I
Five alive
Who weighed the lies? Confirm, do not deny
They found his utterances puzzling
Trouble in the middle without covering
Hair wrapped in silk, proudly patterned, long sufferer
Dragging luggage, scraping knuckles, piecing together a most high
The tongues lied
No translation, we testing spirit
Furthest, nearеst
Under the sound of my voice, you feel mе?
Heating where the fear is
We're all mirrors in the sun, blinding, careless
Bite my style, I'm fine, you wear it

[Interlude]
Don't let me lose you

[Verse 2]
Getting to the spaces in between, licking my fingers
Play without abandon like children chasing embers
We came in through the same gate
You can hop your way out
Nobody knows you did it
Can't nobody reach you
Can't nobody touch 'em
Bleeding out
We need signs and wonders
p*ssy is legal tender too, I'm much inclined to wonder
You might catch me talkin' to my wounds, somebody lying (Lying)
Nah, I can't follow all the rules
I call before I come
I knock before I enter
Water bottle as a gift
Didn't take a sip, but if you insist
For the multitude, inside and out
If you should ever call, the principle is pleasure Multiply the feeling, to the power of whoever
Who would suggest an origin for life?
My old Earth
If gold's to be worn, then it shall
I wear this collar when I'm poeting and when I'm not
He's only human, then he's not
Except Blackness
My low end got a thump, it's getting hotter at night
Bleaching up the block, U-Haul trucks
Rolling gates, heavy lock
Woke the baby, ghost ride the excavator

[Interlude]
Let it ride
What the dark scientists are saying

[Verse 3]
Bad dope in Long Beach
Bad dope on Herk, hurt
Headfirst, spike Earth
Sing a song to make the flood cease
Too much country, born free, sworn seed
I wore all-green shades and tones
My lover steady, stutter, speaking
My morning starts in service, hard to reset
Breaking fast, push the button, tilt my seat back
Nobody really wants to crash, eat that
I be intercontinental
Groggy, thirty thousand feet or hours
Swollen member, smelling flowers
Poking through the lobby
No ID, trust me, I'm Lonnie Holley
Highly favored, somebody pray for me
I can't keep it to myself, I'm on farmer time
Feet trippin' the line with silence hides inside
I and I, at my most, wide as I

[Outro]
Good morning

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