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PAVEMENT CRACKS LYRICS
[TY]
I take a slow stroll down the old cobbled road
I cop a Kopparberg, cop a burger
then I cop off with a bird, cah
I quite liked her actually
In the dive bar feeling like I drowned at sea
Catch me in the smoker section no cigarette
I came out for some fresh air that I do regret yeah
Use my light but dont pocket that shit
I use it for the candles back at the crib
It's not bitches in the living room getting in on
Till 6 in morning everyone's still chatting shit
So I drink and then think of some random things
How many turtles got their necks caught in 6 pack rings?
The weeds brown like recycling bins
And this towns got the slightest little ting
Of despair in the air
But I got a tab on the bar pull up lend an ear
[HOOK X2]
We take two steps forward and one step back
Stepping over dreams in the pavement cracks
Searching for the answer in the bottom of a bottle
When you can’t find it who’s to blame for that?
[NAY]
I got my new crepps Ima two-step it out one step back
Nay loc, I’m too hot get back
When you see me with VC, we’re fly as sheezy
If you don't believe me ask Ty Healy, dreadlocks black
Summertime, Chillin with Mascoto barefoot wine
Lost my flip-flops barefoot time
Lost my hat in the sea, whys it happen to me
And why you silly motherfuckers even chattin’ to me
It's like I’m tryna be on Mars but it’s Saturn I see
Without a way of getting back to the earth
I should have packed me a hearse
Guess I’ll write a couple tracks and rehearse
I know the hook but I might struggle rapping the verse
You know or maybe you don't, maybe you do
Look at what these Guinnesses are making me do
Maybe it’s the bright city lights that's making me blue
It may be Covid-19 or it may be the flu
[HOOK X2]
We take two steps forward and one step back
Stepping over dreams in the pavement cracks
Searching for the answer in the bottom of a bottle
When you can’t find it who’s to blame for that?
[LOUIS]
Put a podcast on, run a bath and pour the wine
Light the candles up, it’s time to relax my mind
I’m the kind of guy that gets decadent with it
You can feel the ambience in every single lyric
But I’m also the kind of guy that had to call an ambulance
At the end of the night cus someone’s too high
I’ve lived both lives, flipped the coin and seen both sides
Partied in penthouses and raved onsite
Perforated my eardrum and named myself Cypher Sore eyes
Maybe it was a poor price to pay
But how you supposed to qualify your own life
If you’re too afraid to live your life anyway?
[HOOK X2]
We take two steps forward and one step back
Stepping over dreams in the pavement cracks
Searching for the answer in the bottom of a bottle
When you can’t find it who’s to blame for that?

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from Paintings On The Wall, released January 29, 2021

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