Watsky - Never Let It Die lyrics

[Intro: Kush Mody & Anderson Paak] [Chorus x4:] I’ll never it die, I’ll never let it die, I’ll never let it die [Verse 1:] Cause it isn't the fashion, the cash, and isn't the trashing hotels It's the pit of pa**ion you feel, in the moment you crashed and you fell Then get up and you're smashing it well, like it was a pistachio shell And you gotta be gnashing your teeth, and be giving em hell Cause to love is a radical act, give your brother a pat on the back And if you get a panic attack, feel like you're at the back of the pack An opinion's exactly that. If they say that your magic is black Just do what you do when you do what you do, keep on pulling that rabbit from hat You might think that you're ruined. You might think you're defeated If you love what you're doing you've already succeeded But there's gonna be bleeding, when another one bites that dust So get ready to beat it, cause maybe it might be us, and I'm telling em That the journey is oh so slow and we wanna say “no no no” Cause to make it is difficult, but we go go go And my father was telling me that I better be ready ride on through Cause I know that it's tough, but it's gotta be somebody, so then why not you? [Chorus x4] [Verse 2:] Carry the spark as we're marching into the darkness I don't care if they're marking where they bury my carca** I'm working in this circus and searching for purpose Learning from the bird who's perched on top of the church and chirpin a sermon You want that early worm? Be the determined sparrow Flying in loops around the sternest scarecrow Once cupid hit me with his burning arrow He lit the lava in my churning marrow So when I'm tested I remember I've been blessed With that tender ember resting left of center in my chest And yes, if you f** with us you'll see my game face Cause no matter who you pray to when you say grace And no matter where you come from in this great space Every single person is escaping from the same place So if you got a flame that's blazing hot within Take a deep breath and feed it oxygen [Chorus x4] [Interlude - Mom:] …So I was really interested and loved folk music, and then when I was in seventh grade, in the fall of 1963, I started getting interested in politics. This was about a year after my dad died, and I think it was a real way to connect with him… with my memories of him… [Chorus x4] [Interlude - Poetry section:] Tore the pages from their Torahs. Hurled torches at their doors So they departed Polish ports and boarded boats to court the green lady with that copper torch who rose up gorgeous off the shore Endured that stormy weather for me Ellis Island, hellish journey Maggots in the hard barley Some shot off their own toes so they couldn't be forced to march in the Tsar's army Bodies pitched in ditches, singed and bludgeoned Burned the children in the ovens by the dozens Burned the witches in New England by the coven They burn the different ones, so clutch your cousins close Cause such is life, it's cuts and strife, stitches, punches, knives and hungry crows Nothing guarantees survival And we won’t stop this terror sticking flowers in the barrels of their rifles We fight the hatred with the light And when they think we'll fold and wave that bright rag We won't surrender We'll wipe the blood up with the white flag