Your skin sounds like my favorite vinyl You got broken records trapped inside you You know I searched this galaxy to find you We're in love, we're at war Play my song, turn it up, turn it up
Yo You remind me of a song that I can't seem to skip Your skin's the record and the needle is my fingertips Recollection, I touch you and I get a glimpse Of all the same old songs and repeated skits Look, I know that love is always bound to change But I promise that my records never sound the same And I show you how it changes when you sculpt it Show you music, but like way more culture There's a world and I can't wait to expose you I play you out until everybody knows you Till you up, fix the flaws like Melodyne But you're forever, now you're music that'll never die Yo, it's timeless I hear inflections of forever in your high pitch Put my face to your chest, hear the bass in your breath And baby my whole mind shifts
Your skin sounds like my favorite vinyl You got broken records trapped inside you You know I searched this galaxy to find you We're in love, we're at war Play my song, turn it up, turn it up Turn it up [6x]
You are the songs that I write to my wrongs The calm inside of the rioting storm Stand here, in the center of divinity While I rehearse the role of forever, infinity Action - I begin to relish in the moment Discarding my reality, imagining components Fracturing mentalities, I'm casualty spoken If warning comes before destruction, you're the omen Yo, and I'm just judging by the sight of you I climb your mental mountains til I reach the very height of you Visually perceptive, in you I see the most I wrote this when I'm spacing, I'm tryna keep us close This my deeper part, this my weaker part Emotions on blast, turned up my speaker hard I can find you, you everything right here now Turned around, rewound, I can hear you clear now
There are so many words, but none explain my love No no no no no no no no Where the love is lost, but so much to gain my love We are houses built on top of pain, my love My love, my love We are gardens filled with sounds of grey, my love And now [?] you're someplace, the words say...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
