Fruit Flies
Chris Sicard
GENRE Age rings of infinite concrete
Send clippings of a calendar weekly
You spill out
Of nothing
Nobody owes you anything
No problem with the grab for more allusion
SAM called to offer more attention
Give platforms to use them
Low hanging fruit is on the table for you
On and on we breathe to keep the lights on
If it weren't for me you wouldn’t know
I wish you wouldn't bother with the progress
Unless it benefits before the show
I wish you wouldn't bother with the progress
Unless it benefits before the show
On and on we breathe to keep the lights on
If it weren’t for me you wouldn't know
Fruit Flies and time flies
Only pussy get nine lives
That's tie-dye man, hella colors
I die for my brother
And I try for my mother
And I fly like no other
When it breaks off, I'll take off
I ride out and I go
Face off, I cake boss, and it's lights out for the show
I inhale then I blow
I exhale my soul
I prevail in the cold
If I fail, I grow, ya feel me?
On and on we breathe to keep the lights on
Send clippings of a calendar weekly
You spill out
Of nothing
Nobody owes you anything
No problem with the grab for more allusion
SAM called to offer more attention
Give platforms to use them
Low hanging fruit is on the table for you
On and on we breathe to keep the lights on
If it weren't for me you wouldn’t know
I wish you wouldn't bother with the progress
Unless it benefits before the show
I wish you wouldn't bother with the progress
Unless it benefits before the show
On and on we breathe to keep the lights on
If it weren’t for me you wouldn't know
Fruit Flies and time flies
Only pussy get nine lives
That's tie-dye man, hella colors
I die for my brother
And I try for my mother
And I fly like no other
When it breaks off, I'll take off
I ride out and I go
Face off, I cake boss, and it's lights out for the show
I inhale then I blow
I exhale my soul
I prevail in the cold
If I fail, I grow, ya feel me?
On and on we breathe to keep the lights on
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