Max Tringham - Mauve lyrics

[Hook: Max Tringham] Its raining outside Think about it, its raining from the sky Water veins in vain cracks, laying on the ground Evaporates, takes the same route back to the clouds. (x2) [Verse 1: Max Tringham] Ashes on my shirt, and slashes on my back With that loud packed I ask her if we'll ever have it back But the present and the future ain't the past tense So I suture up my stab wounds, maneuvering some facts; tense Maybe you do know, what I am saying But you didn't know the feeling when I wrote it onto some pages So patience baby, when this album drops I won't be waiting for your praises or your dangerous remarks I keep up with my sentences, I gotta be diligent But this sentence is giving my monsters unto my innocence Possibly indoctrinated, toxins they be generously in me Mama's an immigrant, Papa's an ignorant dip sh** sh** this, is going to be public And most bimbos are going to think of some rubbish to say Like I care Like I wear, my feelings on my long-sleeve bear skin trench-coat Freezing in the cold can't bear this low temperature But they'll both learn And whale bones curve, around her skirt She's the perfect antebellum belle, excels at hurting me Relevant to, only her weekends Everybody thinks that I don't meet ends But I do Means to the grim tunes I went through Pencil to page, and the ceilings are my friends dude Cause they look back You never look back, when I'm hitting that a** Having a good time with your backside I pa** time by crash rhymes, straight into my psyche Flying through a sky that's only light is really lightning [Hook: Max Tringham (x2)] [Verse 2: Max Tringham] I don't wanna talk about it I don't wanna haul my baggage Don't wanna be a wanna-be but wanna be a**aulting gra**es Look in the mirror, yell at who I was But who I was was giving f**s, so soon the me's of June will touch Learned a lot, but executed little Be riddled with whole lots of holes given with pencils My business is not yours, its mine, a coincidence Just like you my eyes finding their interests So penny pinch, your soul is broke Splintered shins, I'm on the road Too often to move on from any given place I just waste my time debating all these promises I break And I'm always kind of pot-headed, Mom, I'm wasted (Sorry.) To tarnish your surname, I'm churning up an earthquake Hit the waves hurried, ocean herding up the Earth's weight Lost brain, fraud in the same songs Its raining outside, can you hear it where you are? It sounds the same, in both places It'll sound the same, no matter where you play this No matter where you are, I hope I'm on your playlist No matter where we are, I hope you know I'm faceless