Jonwayne - How To Be a Gemini lyrics

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Jonwayne - How To Be a Gemini lyrics

[Verse One] Red knives in the fireplace Cut beef like the bible says Tear streets off with no feet lest they want to walk in the motherland Purple hearts in her father's hand Pull plugs like magicians No thugs had a tear on his face more permanent than those who never listen I never know if I'm crazy Or if the world can't hear me So I scream like I was under water hold the bottle like a baby during breast feed The seasons are oblivious In California where we're creeping Fold light like a blanket, I'm a neptune native with the stars on my platelets There's no ground where I'm walking, upon the shoulder blade of Atlas My pen and pad ready cool tongue on the steady hold the fist like a fascist Watch me fall when the rain does That's when I rap like the pharaoh Split hairs over tooth and diminishing inwards, threads getting narrow They never knew me from next I never knew a heart from a handsaw If they could walk ten feet in my sandals I would even let them see what a man saw They never knew me from next I never knew a heart from a handsaw If they could walk ten feet in my sandals I would even let them see what a man saw See what a man saw [Verse Two] I'm furious Past the phase of dealing with sh** Yanking out stitches Staking out pigeons Loosed a k**er without a mission It's likely I'm living in my life's intermission For the rest of it taking beats under my breast Up the BPM when I'm stressed Double that with the drink smoke sesh' Not liking these dudes in my head They ain't rooting for me and my bread But every time I bring the sh** up and plays for more ways for me to play dead And I'm a good actor Watch us all get along Cuz' my capacity for mastering my craft is so dastardly it feels wrong These motherf**ers after me and my faculty Really wish I was living life lavishly But I carry on, keeping it in the family with these songs Black Russian, lungs full of Mustard Gas Pump breaks with your forehead, hit the dash Whiplash Whiplash Black Russian, lungs full of Mustard Gas Pump breaks with your forehead, hit the dash Whiplash Whiplash