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letra de mauve - max tringham

[hook: max tringham]
its raining outside
think about it, its raining from the sky
water veins in vain cracks, laying on the ground
evaporates, takes the same route back to the clouds. (x2)

[verse 1: max tringham]
ashes on my shirt, and slashes on my back
with that loud packed i ask her if we’ll ever have it back
but the present and the future ain’t the past tense
so i suture up my stab wounds, maneuvering some facts; tense
maybe you do know, what i am saying
but you didn’t know the feeling when i wrote it onto some pages
so patience baby, when this album drops
i won’t be waiting for your praises or your dangerous remarks
i keep up with my sentences, i gotta be diligent
but this sentence is giving my monsters unto my innocence
possibly indoctrinated, toxins they be generously in me
mama’s an immigrant, papa’s an ignorant dip sh-t
sh-t this, is going to be public
and most bimbos are going to think of some rubbish to say
like i care
like i wear, my feelings on my long-sleeve bear skin trench-coat
freezing in the cold can’t bear this low temperature
but they’ll both learn
and whale bones curve, around her skirt
she’s the perfect antebellum belle, excels at hurting me
relevant to, only her weekends
everybody thinks that i don’t meet ends
but i do
means to the grim tunes i went through
pencil to page, and the ceilings are my friends dude
cause they look back
you never look back, when i’m hitting that -ss
having a good time with your backside
i p-ss time by crash rhymes, straight into my psyche
flying through a sky that’s only light is really lightning

[hook: max tringham (x2)]

[verse 2: max tringham]

i don’t wanna talk about it
i don’t wanna haul my baggage
don’t wanna be a wanna-be but wanna be -ssaulting gr-sses
look in the mirror, yell at who i was
but who i was was giving f-cks, so soon the me’s of june will touch
learned a lot, but executed little
be riddled with whole lots of holes given with pencils
my business is not yours, its mine, a coincidence
just like you my eyes finding their interests
so penny pinch, your soul is broke
splintered shins, i’m on the road
too often to move on from any given place
i just waste my time debating all these promises i break
and i’m always kind of pot-headed, mom, i’m wasted (sorry.)
to tarnish your surname, i’m churning up an earthquake
hit the waves hurried, ocean herding up the earth’s weight
lost brain, fraud in the same songs
its raining outside, can you hear it where you are?
it sounds the same, in both places
it’ll sound the same, no matter where you play this
no matter where you are, i hope i’m on your playlist
no matter where we are, i hope you know i’m faceless

- max tringham

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