CONVERSATIONS, by TheodorBlack

CONVERSATIONS

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1.	Intro 01:39		buy track
2.	A.R.T [LesArtClub] 04:42	lyrics	buy track
Old Cigarettes pilled in the ash tray, the light trickles through the window blinds like spilled paint, I guess its dawn already cause I can see the suns rays. The birds sing a tune bluer than the darkest moon, cruder than the paint brush flickers on my morning cartoons, and the Thames tide rises and falls like my summer moods but the darkest clouds loom in the after-noon paint a picture whilst I sing a tune smoke one or two then I'll prolly smoke another soon cigarette between my finger tips a journey between two up towards my blackened rubber lips, swallow the acrylic swish it round then I spit it to a blank empty canvas All of these niggas lack spirit all of these nigga ain't with it all of these niggas don't think there's a profit pieces for a profit She's like a fox in the night when she's timid the way she gazes at me it's like the way the foxes gaze at the penetrative beams of a bimmer or a jeep and life ain't what it seems and life ain't what it seems Beneath the orchard trees a decay of autumn leaves Breath first breath first breath taste of that first breath drawn to my lovers breath Just breath Just breath It'll all be over soon
3.	Inner City Jazz 04:36	info	buy track
4.	[Interluuude] 02:06		buy track
5.	Colour me blue [ft Margot] 02:18		buy track
6.	Rollies 'N' Sex 03:19		buy track
7.	Ode to youth ft Virgil Hawkins 03:01		buy track