Mac Lethal - Delicate Touch lyrics

[Intro] [Hook] Freedom tastes good on my tongue Like a piece of twenty five cent bubblegum So numb to the rush, so numb to the delicate touch This is your delicate touch And she says "listen to yourself I just wanna be there, sickness and in health, nothing else" There ain't no rush This is my delicate touch This is my delicate touch [Verse I] Crazy Stress-pot pretty Drivin' round lost in the city I say it so simply Autumn is ablaze, dead leaves and black fire I'm walkin tiptoe, overtop a quagmire No more cat and mouse, now I help pick paint colors for the house Pop the cork, I might strip another screw Love...is when you miss somebody that's sitting right in front of you I get it indeed, you're a different breed With different needs You touch my heart, and your fingertip bleeds I'm sorry that it's sharp to the touch and my heart doesn't gush And I do not listen Male traits When a new plot thickens, stalemate Cannot move another piece from the pieces that we shatter to Til we hold hands walkin up the avenue Midnight stroll. Grip tight hold Got two black aces but I just might fold This last name should be your last name (Hold on let me say that again.) Ok midnight stroll Grip tight hold, I don't wanna play games I just might fold This last name should be your last name I say these vows in vain [Hook] Freedom tastes good on my tongue Like a piece of twenty five cent bubblegum So numb to the rush, so numb to the delicate touch This is your delicate touch And she says "listen to yourself I just wanna be there, sickness and in health, nothing else" There ain't no rush This is my delicate touch This is my delicate touch [Verse II] If I had one word to describe, you and me together It would be "alive" I am so alive, but I could sit here and just die My life is unbu*toned, heart strings untie Tangled in your hair Like a dreamy boy with a blanket Waitin at the stairs You're different parts, that I soak 'til my lips are parched With spongey words and a kiss that's tart This ain't a love life, this is art Those little quirks that I pick apart We went from making up sh** like three month anniversaries To sick fights From speculation to dreams Of givin' you mixed cd's and wedding rings I dont' wanna crush, I'd rather build Keep everything in a shoe box except those heels For the midnight stroll, grip tight hold Get a blanket when the sun sets it gets quite cold This last name should be your last name I'ma let you rush into my veins [Hook x2] Freedom tastes good on my tongue Like a piece of twenty five cent bubblegum So numb to the rush, so numb to the delicate touch This is your delicate touch And she says "listen to yourself I just wanna be there, sickness and in health, nothing else" There ain't no rush This is my delicate touch This is my delicate touch [Outro]