Ubi Fumus - Thin Places lyrics

[VERSE 1] Vintage gla**es, fitted clothes In a world spinnin' fast, I'm practicin' livin' slow Gettin' lifted at christmas, I missed my siblings so I swear that the kid is cold Some sh** that glitters is gold I spit the sickest of flows And I live a pivotal role Turn it up and get lit ‘cause I got that sh** for your soul Damn, I'm livin' in a minute that I can't record Guess that's what Brandon's got the cameras for That's what I'm tryna stay candid for Ancestral memory is panacea in the land of more And this is what i've got my nana for Half my family ran amuck, the other half ran a morgue Playin' a pair of chords In my favorite pair of cords Married to the music and the women are just paramours I'm all in on a pair of fours And if I hit it big, you know the deal, man, I swear it's yours If not I got my songs to comfort me And some dreams of livin' comfortably I've got hopes of being someone see Fine wines, jazz music, good views, and better company I still wanna see paris in the spring Tell me when we all became embarra**ed of our dreams I'm not tryna work a nine to five starin' at a screen Swear there's differences between Livin' careless and carefree So paint your canvas whiter Lock your doors and break your phone if you want to be a writer Anything can burn, all you need's a lighter Set the world on fire Laugh and watch it burn higher [HOOK] ‘cause that's pretty and that's nice I swear this all seems like somethin' from a past life I couldn't tell you where I was last night All these places so thin, so I clutch that mic [VERSE 2] 40 in my stomach, 40 in my hand Flirtin' with my future, she a**ured me I'm the man I'm duckin' all the rumors, I'm recordin' when I can Nights are gettin' shorter, light a quarter, life is grand Crosshairs on my ego and it's open season Still I love it, I don't know the reason I'm broke and bleedin' Feel so close to a heaven that I don't believe in My soul can touch it ‘cause I swear every word i've spoken breathes it Apocalyptic visions Luciano Pavarotti singing opera at the finish The white noise builds up blocking the transmission Records stop spinnin' This is not an intermission This is music for the world to end to Happens seven times a week You don't hate it, don't pretend to Close your eyes and go to sleep And even if the world disappears I promise from my soul I will still be sittin' here God left us on our own, but the devil interferes We fight fire with a flame, until the rain hid our tears And we've changed it appears A different man in the same bed I laid in for years Gettin' faded when i'm faced with these fears ‘cause my path is uncertain and my fate isn't clear So drink bourbon and read Ernest Hemingway Watch the ash on your cigarette disintegrate Drive your broken down Volvo down the interstate And know to never push it out your pen unless it penetrates And know that you've been given grace Don't let it go to waste let it take you to a thinner place [HOOK] [VERSE 3] Black coffee and aspirin Just to keep my traction Long nights just to feed my pa**ion And you would know if you've seen me rappin' Wrapped in rapture, and a captured soul is free and you can see it happenin' Tell me does it makes some sort of sense? My words smell like cheap wine Cloaked in an*log distorted synths I can't tell you that we'll be fine I would love to think that beauty's gonna save us But it probably only calms us as we go to where our grave is My palms are where my face is And this bottle's almost empty please someone quick replace it From my floorboards you can tell where I've been pacin' You can see the maze I'm caged in And think I can learn to love this place if I forget what my name is [HOOK]