OPEN CUTS

La, la, la, la, la
Here's my ride
La la la la la
I'm outside
Yeah I said
Rip that bandage off
And just let that wound show
Cause if, it that sun gone
We just gon, we just gon
Let that blue glow
I said, I said, I said
Rip that bandage off
And just let that wound show
Cause if, it that sun gone
We just gon, we just gon
Let that blue glow
Said keep your
Hands tight on the wheel
Like it was stolen from the reaper man's collection of cold eyes controlling
The master phase, I'm honing
Homologating the (Potency/potent)
See all my problems hidden in the midst of the smoke
See all these burdens on my shoulder they've been weighing for certain
Green usurp all the purpose had for passion to burn
Through all my times at kitchen tables penning visions and stories
But always knowing that the Islands wouldn't deal with the hurt
Said rip that bandage off from playing with fragile frames of a vase
The resulting imagery look like Basquiat's greatest art
Guess Momma called the alarms
And they rushing me to the hos-spit-all that blood as I coughed
It's streaming down from the top like when artist begins to flop
Shows everything ain't impossible
Calling names post a lost shows opponents ain't fairly logical
Paying rents to my thoughts just showing me I ain't optimal
If it's all for applause just know that everyone fallible
Said if it's all for applause just know that everyone fallible
We indahloop, indahloop now