Butte Magic - Brad stank, MC Nelson

Butte Magic - Brad stank, MC Nelson

Альбом
Eternal Slowdown
Год
2018
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
200220

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Butte Magic

Brad stank, MC Nelson

In the winter when you put hex on me

Destiny and desire were quite the weaponry

I remember I admired every fiber of your being and your essence

Thanks for teaching me a lesson

I had trained professionals trynna' to counsel me

You came and suggested I try alchemy

On your moonlight balcony

We chanted a mantra

'Till the phantoms flew out of me

The moon was a crescent the mood was electric

And you were undressin' for that beautiful blessin'

Hey presto, wrappin' up the sheets and curlin' up ten toes

I never meant to offend you

Now you stab my voodoo doll with a pencil

We were on the bluest pond skippin' pebbles

She loves me, she loves me not

Picking petals, it was dreadful

Butte magic

God’s in the pinky skies don’t tell me otherwise

Butte magic

God’s in the pinky skin, baby you ain’t a sin

In the summer when it’s reckless like lightnin' and thunder

Before you life was black and white but now I live in color

I have been under your spell

Another day, another penny in another well

Could have wished for three more wishes, I just wished you well

Could have been your magic lips, but I don’t kiss 'n tell

Your magic fingertips that scratch where I can’t itch myself

distant bell

She says she’ll bend some rosemary and hope we can

Weather faded like the hope for tomorrow

Now a maiden sits alone in a grotto

Rode the pumpkin carriage with the roads full of potholes

Won’t you win the lotto while we’re walkin' over hot coals

No happily ever after in our fantasy land

With an abracadabra and an alakazam

I know the city like the back of my hand

And it is magical and black as I am

I guess you call it

Butte magic

God’s in the pinky skies, don’t tell me otherwise

Butte magic

God’s in the pinky skin, baby you ain’t a sin

Butte magic

God’s in the pinky skies, don’t tell me otherwise

Butte magic

God’s in the pinky skin, baby you ain’t a sin

«We could be wondering and, is there a world?

But I can go and talk for five-

ten- twenty minutes about 'Is there is a world?'

There is really no world.

Sometimes I’m walking on the ground and I see right through the ground.

There is no world!

You’ll find out.»

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