Bakelendt - Photography Lyrics

I've been goin' through some trials
I don't wanna f*ck it up, but I might anyway
Touchin' what does not belong to you
And that does not exclude my f*ckin' wings
They cut em' from me, in hopes I won't fly away
They hide away, cuz I ain't mild I'm in flames
Lacerate em' by the face and peel it off
You ain't worshiped in a minute Better kneel it off
Kill em' off
Mother f*cker, I don't feel at all
Your will is gone, I see it in your being
I have inner meaning, where is yours
Something intervening with procedure
I have superseded, dreaming
Freedom for you and for me and the reefer
Life has just never been sweeter

Take my photograph,
Sit me and down and stare
Low and behold they asked
When the f*ck I seen her last
I don't know, I wasn't keepin' tabs
I mean f*ckin' what, am I supposed to hold her hand

Its the feel of the powder
That I can share, but i'm numbered in hours
Know that I got us
We might go under, but already drowning
Cuz we stuck our heads in the fountain of youth
Be excused
Down in a spiral I go
In the way blood does, when I take a shower
Pine needles stuck in my clothes
I must pick em' out
Drive, pick you up when I pick you out
Cop a bigger house
Guard whats in your core, before it's lifted out
If bringin' back bitches, then kick em' out
We are so far from white pickets now

You can't keep em' out your garden, anyway
Don't start that shit that you cannot afford
Do you feel remorse like me?
Left it on the beach