ฟังเพลงLittle Death (feat. Nikki Jean) (Explicit)

Little Death - Lupe Fiasco/Nikki Jean

Written by：S1/VohnBeatz

Now bring it out

Like a finger in the back of your mouth

Cherubs and cerebellum terror is everywhere

Sam marrying sam

Bam pushed upon the finger of sam's hairiest hand

If that sickens you you a bigot

If it doesn't well you're wicked

Such is life

Odd as egg mcmuffins at night

No answers so let us watch these dancers

Structure reformed gracefully being born

On the pallet of dark greys concaves and spirals

Kaleidoscope into a eiffel

It ripples then it tidals

Vacillates then it virals

Babylon's in the bibles and others

And tell me of the spinning mothers

And today's mathematics for beloved

And beasts' bellies covered like the cummerbunds of Butlers

How was your day can I make what you say

What I wanna hear cause I want you here

The hell that we raised to the heavens do anything

For

La petite mort la petite mort

They keep the bottles just to make glass houses

Then climb up to the second floors and throw rocks

Out it

Then expect not a volley in reply

Some place vulnerable like prolly in the eye

What of the chicken what is it missin' is it

Dry

Did it die in some inhumane conditions so it didn't

Go relaxed

And attention from its demise pulled all of the flavour

From the fat

And made it flat and rather lifeless

Well there's a place that has a stunning

And more mercifully murdered pisces

But barbaric are still the prices

It's rather niceless apricot in dices and fromage Slices

My son will call risotto rices

If and when he's left to his own devices well

How is your memory

Is it returning like a lemon tree

To bear bitter fruit of what you meant to me

Or was it slippin' like permission am I trippin' Like

Phil

I feel I'm grippin' but maybe the transition

Still left out the life also left out the will

Grief

Will cheese never touch your teeth

Maybe like kosher beef

Is it real is it real is it real

Ha hah

How at the date can I make you my break

Cause I want you dear ooh I want you dear

The hell that we raised to the heavens make for

Our petite mort our petite mort

So glad you're back but not glad at that you're

Where is the glamour in collapse

Where in the shatter of the facts shoves one back

To a pattern of stab wounds

Swoon ridden goons consumed and driven mad soon

The attended years slowly fills with baboons

That other monkey business

Where killers go free cause a junkie's a funky Witness

Runny mascaras from the cunning mask wearers of Death

Bygone errors sittin' like two oil derricks

Separated by a sea of cooling num nums

Reminiscing of an every day playing hum drum

Where recognition went unnoticed

And then solidified till it was stoic

We should've been poets

Somewhere between amateurs and grandmasters of Iambic pentameter

How are your chains do they make you behave

Keep you over here by your overseer

Fallen from grace down from heaven to memories

La petite mort la petite mort