Hector Vaé - Mold / Colours lyrics

[hook / intro] What are you doing man What are you doing with yourself What are you doing man What are you doing with your health (x2) [verse 1] See this philosophy, the scattered brains of Socrates Like Kennedy's last thought speaking in terminology I'm all but a prophecy, written out unconsciously Of lost logic caught in the plot of a rotten urban teen With colored visions and images in this marijuana Smoking with the homies till I even f**ing barely wanna Like raise the potency, hopefully it'll work for me Cause this rap-sh** certainties got me caught in an urgency To fit these words perfectly Herbally circling till my iris is burgundy Universally verses are turning into eternity, especially if you versing me You probably lack capacity of understanding laxity Overseeing your rapping and never learning these sk**s Got these rap actors after me from here to the galaxy Chill and k**ing it casually, coloured patterns diagonally On my hands, when I'm actually thinking about sh** frantically, like; Will I make a hit in a year? Does a bear sh** in the woods, does a rabbit see fear? Will I have a career, and make this money appear While I'm high and up here, with my higher a peers? [hook] What are you doing man What are you doing with yourself What are you doing man What are you doing with your health (x2) [verse 2] Like come and follow to sleepy hollow with halogens Eating away our outer skin, hiding out in the outer rim Sour flowers are chowdered, in minutes hours devoured With visits of downers drowning out Dozing off, closing routes just to find this inner sound Getting louder like hear me out As I'm eating this food, with bleach in its hue With speech in a tool, reading to whoevers and fools Keeping it cool, drooled, looming over something to prove Show and then poof, its all over like my mind in the booth And all blinded but the truth is all caught in my youth Like sit and watch and talk movies bout these uzis in schools It's so common, so rotten like the web that we weave Smoke often, blow cotton, say it's better to breathe Why my flows gotten a whole lot better than ever believed I never the had the chance to express these thoughts that I see Like please gimme this minute, all while I'm trying to give it, And give it up... I don't see colours; I just see rhythm And I don't see living good without these written Sitting and keep spitting till my shoes clean and new Green and blue reason why you lost between me and you Pale teachings with ale drinking I'm sailing now Stale thinking with trails fading to sit in clouds To write up what I'm living out, cause this is really it for me Slap to the beat k** a track, it's the black symphony; Playing for no audience, strapped with the scoped dominant Flow trapping the obvious, over breath or a consonant Get it, check it, jock it quick, sit, let it marinate That marinara letter play with cerebellum sentencing Synthesized synonyms synchronized in a pendulum Over time with the penmanship I've drawn up my pinnacle looking high for the rest of me Wait for the drip till it hit, split the stick quick and its history Kick for kick imma lay it down, like AKs spraying rounds Great is found underneath the f**ing ground, hitting pads Running bound to the MPC that found a poet dead Writing to some missing crowd, looking, thinking, wondering how does he wanna make it good or not... [hook / outro] What are you doing man What are you doing with yourself What are you doing man What are you doing with your health (x2)