Your darkness is my poetry
I see it in your stare
Backseater back it up
We're running out of air
Short little breath in the backseater
Smudged glass windshield my pleasure
24 year old six cylinder
Top down backseat kissing her
Don't get it twisted
I'm punk but I mix it with elegant
Crafting my poetry
Gangster with delicate
Comfortable silence
I'm still in my element
Still in my element yeah
Pull up the poetry I'm on the beat
This little baddie got a hold on me
Snakes in the grass but the grass ain't greener
She got her own little bad bitch flavor
Shawty got the one two step this a fact
Tip toeing in high heels
And we call it a craft
Way that your body in motion
Is speaking a language I do understand
What is the secret to life
I proceeded to ask
But you laughed
That is a dance to embrace
Not a question to be asked
Palms on the windshield
Fogged up glass
I'mma curl them toes back
Baby girl let's dance
(I don't know if we should talk about that)
(I'm making everything have a meaning right now)
(Literally everything has a meaning whatever)
(What was I gonna say)
(Why am I out of breath)
Your darkness is my poetry
I see it in your stare
Backseater back it up
We're running out of air
Taking my time and I get there whenever
Part of the journey is willing to measure
All of the times that I failed under pressure
Those are the lessons that make up the treasure
Fruits of the labor I'm tasting your passion
Paint me a picture my lips are your canvas
Chasing your breath is a method to madness
Pain in the beauty of losing control
Your body keeps telling me the stories that your lips don't
Eyes don't lie I can see it in your soul
So much beauty in the trauma that you hold
Beauty is a rough story sweetly told
healing j - Smudged Glass Lyrics
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Your darkness is my poetry
I see it in your stare
Backseater back it up
We're running out of air
Short little breath in the backseater
Smudged glass windshield my pleasure
24 year old six cylinder
Top down backseat kissing her
Don't get it twisted
I'm punk but I mix it with elegant
Crafting my poetry
Gangster with delicate
Comfortable silence
I'm still in my element
Still in my element yeah
Pull up the poetry I'm on the beat
This little baddie got a hold on me
Snakes in the grass but the grass ain't greener
She got her own little bad bitch flavor
Shawty got the one two step this a fact
Tip toeing in high heels
And we call it a craft
Way that your body in motion
Is speaking a language I do understand
What is the secret to life
I proceeded to ask
But you laughed
That is a dance to embrace
Not a question to be asked
Palms on the windshield
Fogged up glass
I'mma curl them toes back
Baby girl let's dance
(I don't know if we should talk about that)
(I'm making everything have a meaning right now)
(Literally everything has a meaning whatever)
(What was I gonna say)
(Why am I out of breath)
Your darkness is my poetry
I see it in your stare
Backseater back it up
We're running out of air
Taking my time and I get there whenever
Part of the journey is willing to measure
All of the times that I failed under pressure
Those are the lessons that make up the treasure
Fruits of the labor I'm tasting your passion
Paint me a picture my lips are your canvas
Chasing your breath is a method to madness
Pain in the beauty of losing control
Your body keeps telling me the stories that your lips don't
Eyes don't lie I can see it in your soul
So much beauty in the trauma that you hold
Beauty is a rough story sweetly told
I see it in your stare
Backseater back it up
We're running out of air
Short little breath in the backseater
Smudged glass windshield my pleasure
24 year old six cylinder
Top down backseat kissing her
Don't get it twisted
I'm punk but I mix it with elegant
Crafting my poetry
Gangster with delicate
Comfortable silence
I'm still in my element
Still in my element yeah
Pull up the poetry I'm on the beat
This little baddie got a hold on me
Snakes in the grass but the grass ain't greener
She got her own little bad bitch flavor
Shawty got the one two step this a fact
Tip toeing in high heels
And we call it a craft
Way that your body in motion
Is speaking a language I do understand
What is the secret to life
I proceeded to ask
But you laughed
That is a dance to embrace
Not a question to be asked
Palms on the windshield
Fogged up glass
I'mma curl them toes back
Baby girl let's dance
(I don't know if we should talk about that)
(I'm making everything have a meaning right now)
(Literally everything has a meaning whatever)
(What was I gonna say)
(Why am I out of breath)
Your darkness is my poetry
I see it in your stare
Backseater back it up
We're running out of air
Taking my time and I get there whenever
Part of the journey is willing to measure
All of the times that I failed under pressure
Those are the lessons that make up the treasure
Fruits of the labor I'm tasting your passion
Paint me a picture my lips are your canvas
Chasing your breath is a method to madness
Pain in the beauty of losing control
Your body keeps telling me the stories that your lips don't
Eyes don't lie I can see it in your soul
So much beauty in the trauma that you hold
Beauty is a rough story sweetly told
Writer: healing j
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid