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letra de whiskey icarus - kev sez

[intro]

[verse 1]
there must be a big bang at the bottom of this bottle
to be gunning for the finish line so hard
taking so many shots you’d think i was at a gun range
.44 magnum opus written in trails of balvenie
but entropy isn’t what it used to be
emily d-ckinson self destruct like my life’s a movie
specifically the scene when the drunk f-ck’s like “enough!”
and thrusts his hand up towards the sky
but i have no energy left inside this palm
vietnam vet, wet behind the breath but staying calm
another attempt to circ-mvent life’s process by
strapping wings on but they won’t stay on, it’s like
we all wanna be on it but i’m just trynna define it (and i’m)
in a pool of liquor that’s solitary confinement (cause i’m)
crawling on the surface of moons when i try to fly
inching higher and higher like man when he’s asking (why?)

[hook]
the heavens open up
and we all fall down
whiskey icarus
the heavens open up
and we all fall down
(x2)

[turntable scratch: nimo the hooligan]
the bottle’s gonna be the closest thing that we get to a womb

[verse 2]
scarcely savage, scary madness, sleeping self like weaving magic
flying on my delta waves, paying for all my baggage
found my life in a junk drawer that i can’t organize
maybe if i leave it there i’ll end up so immortalized
drinking liquor with a touch of cyanide
staring sobriety in his face with his cyan eyes
caught inside a battle of babylonian “ride or die”
i’d better finish off this bottle so i have room to climb inside

[hook]
the heavens open up
and we all fall down
whiskey icarus
the heavens open up
and we all fall down
(x2)

[verse 3]
sharp pains settle themselves inside the membrane
waking up to pitched down speech like don lafontaine
water bed t-tling like an oceanic panic
paying dues inside the centrifuge
(x2)

disregard my body while i’m playing dice with kidney stones
breaking up the party cause i’m setting all my whisky bones
maybe should’ve stayed at home, patiently go play alone, pay atone-
mints are gone (breath’s breaking health code)
situation’s copacetic (it’s so synthetic)
i slipped and cut myself on your shoulder blades
cleaning off my face with a bit of human conditioner
pleading with myself (nah, it’s not cause you’re missin’ her)

[outro]
the heavens open up (x3)
and we all fall down

- kev sez

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