"BLADES REACH" lyrics

"BLADES REACH"

Yeah no stale shit
Sittin back out of this world just try to cherish it
Father figure to some of these people on my parent shit
Roam the terraces wishin you not arrogant

Ash tray smoke
Chill wit da same folks
Try to take notes
It's too late to change coats
Habits overcome the current of strong volts
And ya can't shoot the crossbow if ya got the wrong bolts

It is what it is til it ain't
Can't be a saint in situations when ya blank
Can't divide attention when ya on an empty tank
Hypoglycemic when ya hit the blood bank

Yeah

Ceiling fan starin
Trippin but not carin'
Thinkin if this connection will ever stop pairin

Barely out of blades reach but I still breach
Rarely out da cave creep saltin those leech

Granite shield is up the rest feel
The best deal that coming out from left field
Vex heal shadow surge
Purge when I got da urge
Stayin on the verge
Say the word and I'm gone emerge

Parallel convergence
U bitchin u got a cervix
Phase dive on purpose
To get the haters nervous
Common courtesy I thank you for your service
Now let the ashes burn up in da furnace


Writer(s): Eli Oziel
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