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letra de warm soda - dom peluso the r.a.m

[intro]
then i wake the next morning to find
the paw prints stayed put, no doggy
uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
(meow)

[chorus]
there goes the
black cat with the deep green iris
windowsill above the alley way silent
he’s awfully close to those power lines
my mama said, “that’s how he lost his eye”

[bridge]
bet i could find it quick, in a hop and a skip
but she says, “it’s too late to be pulling this sh-t”
i pick up the warm soda, take a sip
emotionally attached to the way it is
you see, warm soda, that’s the way it fizz
emotionally attached to the way it is
emotionally attached to the way it is

[verse 1]
the ruckus must have made the black cat fret
a can echoes in the silhouettes
the days come and the days go, i have yet to see my feline friend
[bridge]
bet i could find him quick, in a hop and a skip
but she says, “it’s a good sign for a bad omen”
i didn’t get that impression
emotionally attached to the way it is
you see, warm soda, that’s the way it fizz
emotionally attached to the way it is
emotionally attached to a cat

[verse 2]
i woke late one night to find him on the third story wall
weeks since our recent encounter, same place in the hall
he makes his way in
iris portray glint
i ask, “where have you been?”
he winked, and that was it

[chorus]
there goes the
black cat with the deep green iris
windowsill above the alley way silent

[verse 3]
but paw prints follow him
a hint i can sift
imagining how to dip, so
i climb the fire escape like the fire brigade
see him running away, astray
this dude going no buddy system on us
my warm soda sound like home, feel like solace
sirens pulling up to the end of the block
fire bursting from one of those little shops
i want to help, mind the cards that i’m dealt
maybe i can step in puddles, and ring out my socks, yeah
i’m stuck in that pool of thought
with moonlight coming on
then the cat walks off
before i know it, the whole scenes gone
to rub my eyes, i ought to
come to think, i’m exhausted
stretching, yawning
wet socks, climbing so nonchalant
[outro]
to my warm soda
give me that warm soda
no ice to pour over
i like it flat, sorta
give me that ‘bad’ soda
shake it no tap soda
rammy

- dom peluso the r a m

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