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She said I’m used to being treated like some shoe that never fits
I got my insole fitted but my soul been in the pits,
I’m feeling older, little wiser,
My advice was never realign your stars
And set your price by someone else’s pitch.
She said you right,
Let’s improvise - I never liked the script,
I write my signs bright
So I can find myself inside the mist.
Her light be shining nice
And I been blinded by them whiter tips
She that fine wine and I been dining
On that type of drip.
She had one ticket to the Odeon,
But that’s a lonely show
And she ain’t hope to go alone again,
I said ‘sack it off’
I got some boats upon the ocean
Girl, my hanging gardens oh so Babylonian
Meet me down the coast
And skip the coat
I’ll keep you warmer when you colder, then
Lean up on my shoulder, then
Bored and we can roll a bens,
Thought enough about it and I’m thinking
We can tour the whole globe
And never really have to go home again.
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She said I’m used to being sided like the margin in a book,
I got my last page written, but the chapter got me shook,
The mad capper, cat rapper chap, captivated,
Took away my breath and gave me light but I been scared to look.
That’s fair, girl, I stay rare, but I’m prepared to cook.
Pick the whole world up and share any step I took
Every lesson learned
Every lesser crook
Every second burn
Get you sweating by the second hook.
She said her heart was in Antarctica
But that’s a cold path and I could harden up to pass in her.
Left my sharp angles at the carpenter
Carve a magic carpet and depart
You got the flame, I got the sparkler.
And I ain’t saying I’m the greatest
I been harbouring my darker stuff
Little out of focus til I sharpen up
I’m just trying to take you down the harvester
Date you and inflate your sense of self
You the wealth, get the castle up.
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Rover #1 (Hellcat)
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Guybrush
04:00
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The drip, counterfeit, twenty in his hand
The drip, counterfeit, breeny contraband
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Bells
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Visibility 1.0
04:28
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BIGHEADMODE London, UK
BIGHEADMODE are a neo-fusion jazz duo consisting of brothers, Ewan and Robbie Moore. Based in London and Birmingham
respectively.
Their sound is groove focused but intertwined around rich analogue instruments and ethereal glitchy synthesised electronics.
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