When It Doesn't Start With A Kiss

Lyrics for When It Doesn't Start With A Kiss

Dive in (Uh) how does it feel? Uh, how does it feel? Uh, how does it feel? Uh, how does it feel? How does it- Groove me, on the one, fuck a two, three Once upon a blue dream, been in cream and linen Watching blood on the moon drip Drag bones to the boom-bip New light, exploded back from the womb pit New myths, new names, I'ma scream my way out I'm all the way in (How does it feel? How does it feel?) Takin' pause, if you can lose, you can find it (How does it feel? How does it feel?) Tell me what it said, no detail could seal It's all in the feel Naming names, even when it hurts Purpose of the pain, back in places, cycles, residual loops Skin of tooth been pressed for a few We the only blacks in the rock climb There's no comfort, in fact sometimes Speak it out my mouth with the tooth knocked out When the gold got shaped When the oracle first said, "Temple jewels" They said I had to hold my head They said I had to hold my head I felt more like myself I felt more like myself I felt more like myself How does it feel? Uh, how does it feel? Uh, how does it feel? Uh, how does it feel? Uh, uh, how does it- (feel?) SpongeBob to Poseidon, I got the operation in Titan Supersedin' indictment in place on Dyckman, my high heightened A piece of the sky priceless, but you know me I toss it in the recycling Lost that university stipend, tossed ricing in USPS for the excitements Tossed and turned all night, I was frightened The sun came like a jailer jangling keys Jaunty, Black zombie, cheekbones Ashanti Gold coast when I tap in, it's a palm tree Your catalog black Abercrombie My crypt a multilayered pyramid, Ponzi Scissoring Seth is engraved in the concrete Triggerin' hoteps, I'm sniggerin' with the aunties True story, I forgot four zips in the laundry I was sweatin', fearful Went back the next day, she calmly gave me the laundry Leaned in and said, "Papi, be careful" They lied when they said it wasn't enough They lied when they said it wasn't enough Meet me in the float tank, I got boomers in my system View the mood, cricket lullaby Feelin' sick and vicious in a silent west Name your ops without saying the system, specificity matters Numbers snitchin', who might die today? I don't know A world they didn't save was in its final day Sit black and humble, when didn't niggas wanna fly away? Entire empire required the fire rain Eyes covered their bodies right where I came My seed present and accounted for My old earth deserves celebration I mean, I mean, amen (amen) (Amen, amen, amen, amen...)