In the church of myself
I heard the bells
Courage to fail
Purple belt preschool world
Heaven or hell
See my scribbles on the wall
Had my teachers in a tizzy
But the visuals were vivid
Came to life and sang with me
Wolf mother wallpaper
Catcher's mitt obscure reference
Batting 1,000 when i'm swinging it with presence
See it's easy to be hard
Hard to be moldable
Clay head then i play dead cause the culture flew
Like vultures do and when they swoop
I pretend i'm vulture food
Then grab em, headlock
See one in multitudes
Teach my son that i know nothing but to flow it true
Lead by example that's a chosen few
Who chose themselves
Dark side of the moon
Strange roses grew
I hold a few
Palms drip the nectar
Thorns rip the flesh
And connect me with protector
That's a different sect
See me on the bus headed back home
I prefer the long way backs roads
See me on the bus headed back home
Everybody going to chicago
See me on the bus headed back home
I prefer the long way backs roads
See me on the bus headed back home
Everybody going to chicago
Purple Belt Video (MV)
Performed By: Zachary Murdock
Language: English
Written by: Jeremy Ian Thomas, Zachary Murdock Field
Zachary Murdock - Purple Belt Lyrics
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In the church of myself
I heard the bells
Courage to fail
Purple belt preschool world
Heaven or hell
See my scribbles on the wall
Had my teachers in a tizzy
But the visuals were vivid
Came to life and sang with me
Wolf mother wallpaper
Catcher's mitt obscure reference
Batting 1,000 when i'm swinging it with presence
See it's easy to be hard
Hard to be moldable
Clay head then i play dead cause the culture flew
Like vultures do and when they swoop
I pretend i'm vulture food
Then grab em, headlock
See one in multitudes
Teach my son that i know nothing but to flow it true
Lead by example that's a chosen few
Who chose themselves
Dark side of the moon
Strange roses grew
I hold a few
Palms drip the nectar
Thorns rip the flesh
And connect me with protector
That's a different sect
See me on the bus headed back home
I prefer the long way backs roads
See me on the bus headed back home
Everybody going to chicago
See me on the bus headed back home
I prefer the long way backs roads
See me on the bus headed back home
Everybody going to chicago
I heard the bells
Courage to fail
Purple belt preschool world
Heaven or hell
See my scribbles on the wall
Had my teachers in a tizzy
But the visuals were vivid
Came to life and sang with me
Wolf mother wallpaper
Catcher's mitt obscure reference
Batting 1,000 when i'm swinging it with presence
See it's easy to be hard
Hard to be moldable
Clay head then i play dead cause the culture flew
Like vultures do and when they swoop
I pretend i'm vulture food
Then grab em, headlock
See one in multitudes
Teach my son that i know nothing but to flow it true
Lead by example that's a chosen few
Who chose themselves
Dark side of the moon
Strange roses grew
I hold a few
Palms drip the nectar
Thorns rip the flesh
And connect me with protector
That's a different sect
See me on the bus headed back home
I prefer the long way backs roads
See me on the bus headed back home
Everybody going to chicago
See me on the bus headed back home
I prefer the long way backs roads
See me on the bus headed back home
Everybody going to chicago
Writer: Jeremy Ian Thomas, Zachary Murdock Field
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC