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Mort Vivant - First Snow Lyrics



Mort Vivant - First Snow Lyrics




As soon as I hit the blunt
Brain chemicals flipping a switch
Good god watch the manic man
Try to get rid of that itch
A bafoon higher than balloons
Scratching off all these ticks
Noddin off on these chemmy stamps
Say goodbye to this bitch
Oh shit, who would of thought
He made it out of the sticks
Numbed lips, from a blot
Never paying attention to these hicks
Not missed, so from my mind I block
Instead i'm pursuing the art
And whatever fits my arc
King of myself since the start

Bitch do not threaten me
You cannot throw threats at thee
Come see what's up my sleeve
Come see why you don't want beef
Dox you, find where you sleep
You can not hear a peep
Lights out black out mode
So the ways you cannot peep
You think you can compete
You hide behind some heat
Or like 3 dudes
Crew convening complete
F*ck a fire through the snow and sleet
Imma still be in your street
Potato on the pistol
Chirp reverb like a cicada

On a mad trip unchained like Django, bet
When I pull up with the tech like i'm Boba Fett
Looky looky inside of my mind, ripping and tearing you will find
Abstracted thoughts cobbled together like i'm Frankenstein
Feeling fine, melancholic rays of sunshine
Showing ways of hope out this land of ice
Shit sleep pissing in the same system I do crime
Music a cry, to escape and resublime
Cause I am not like you
Do not play me for a fool
Unless we went to school
You don't know what I can do
Cause I am not like you
So why you acting cool
Using you just like a tool
Left in a frozen pool
Cleithrophobia of you
Mushies helping me see through
At rates like a post nut pion
Mind losing the sense of freedom
Filter dissolved flowing free on
Paper and digital mediums
Got out thru goals of needing
A way to escape the numbness of feelings
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As soon as I hit the blunt
Brain chemicals flipping a switch
Good god watch the manic man
Try to get rid of that itch
A bafoon higher than balloons
Scratching off all these ticks
Noddin off on these chemmy stamps
Say goodbye to this bitch
Oh shit, who would of thought
He made it out of the sticks
Numbed lips, from a blot
Never paying attention to these hicks
Not missed, so from my mind I block
Instead i'm pursuing the art
And whatever fits my arc
King of myself since the start

Bitch do not threaten me
You cannot throw threats at thee
Come see what's up my sleeve
Come see why you don't want beef
Dox you, find where you sleep
You can not hear a peep
Lights out black out mode
So the ways you cannot peep
You think you can compete
You hide behind some heat
Or like 3 dudes
Crew convening complete
F*ck a fire through the snow and sleet
Imma still be in your street
Potato on the pistol
Chirp reverb like a cicada

On a mad trip unchained like Django, bet
When I pull up with the tech like i'm Boba Fett
Looky looky inside of my mind, ripping and tearing you will find
Abstracted thoughts cobbled together like i'm Frankenstein
Feeling fine, melancholic rays of sunshine
Showing ways of hope out this land of ice
Shit sleep pissing in the same system I do crime
Music a cry, to escape and resublime
Cause I am not like you
Do not play me for a fool
Unless we went to school
You don't know what I can do
Cause I am not like you
So why you acting cool
Using you just like a tool
Left in a frozen pool
Cleithrophobia of you
Mushies helping me see through
At rates like a post nut pion
Mind losing the sense of freedom
Filter dissolved flowing free on
Paper and digital mediums
Got out thru goals of needing
A way to escape the numbness of feelings
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Writer: Mort Vivant
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Performed By: Mort Vivant
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: Mort Vivant

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