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Andrew Huang New Love song lyrics


Andrew Huang New Love song lyrics
Woke up, no dust got me choked up
Low, ducking the sun, spirit is so what
I link colder chains back together again
Soldered, never repent, this lone solider in ink

Set up a scent crushed and smoldered
As I brush that dirt off my shoulders
Getting older, and getting rushed
Gold in the palm but a bone in the clutch

Split kicks on, rip walkways
And spit non-fiction evidence in a quickdraw
Beats blast with a hi-fi system
Drowning sound until the high rises come down

Now, fill a belly up
Selling cellies with helis all on the tele, what?
I'm gelling with Eliot's bang theory
Relevant, gang, hear me, i tell it to swell
Egos tripping at the gates of hell
The keys go missing from a basement cell

New love with a thirst for the free
Trapped in the temple, held hostage
New love, give me words for the wear
Locked up with a half a verse cross-stitched

New love, and the murderer is me
I get numb with red blood to bread crumbs
New love spit the first of a prayer
In the streets and the unfed slums that i fled from

You've been living in a dream
Building synagogues top-down with a scissor full of seams
Got style but the mirrors in the archway
Start making every sun-set-and-rise a hard day

Weave footprints into tiles, good prince
Sinning while muttering a prayer for the inner child
Never play right

Blade's bright with the body of a sage like I'll never escape mics
So I guess I have to stay tight
Until grace lights every stage white from a great height
Get live with an art form that resides
In the air that you breathe, in the wash of the tide

It's dawn in my chest
On to finesse wrongs that dispense raw rhythm
When I'm drawn into mess
God help me
I've got a supplement for every cell but i'm not healthy

New love with a thirst for the free
Trapped in the temple, held hostage
New love, give me words for the wear
Locked up with a half a verse cross-stitched

New love, and the murderer is me
I get numb with red blood to bread crumbs
New love spit the first of a prayer
In the streets and the unfed slums that I fled from