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letra de handlebars - phresh clique (uk)

[verse 1: hodson]
any stagnancy can’t co-exist with a flow
rode that c-n-l boat life but boy i had no fuel for the fire
cos i burnt my rickety bridges all that’s left is a tightrope
that’s right i’m taking every path down to the wire
i’m still teeming with life
friday afternoons headed too soon back, a two month home
sucks it out me right
a thousand of one species and still i feel so alone
open neck shirts, flipcharts, several sips of water
word for word as predicted, good people saying what they ‘oughta
everyone branded perfume, on lifeless bodies
even a sl1ck man can’t raise the dead in this place i’m sorry
and now i’m thinking how everything that’s lost i end up leaving
and what’s cost i end up thieving and inside i hear me screaming
cos i know i’m an undercurrent that’s moving fast
after three hours i rose and left a half empty gl-ss
now is not the time
the day isn’t ready the hour hasn’t come
now is not the time
for lions to pounce, gazelles to run

[hook: hodson]
step up to the mark and arrive too soon kid
drawing all the curtains when it just turned noon kid
shout out to porta, brother since 16 kid
joining in the clique and took us heights we ain’t seen kid

[verse 2: hodson]
sun’s beating down and she’s a scorched rose
but she’s living in a darkest night
got a heart like tokyo when the day close
and it breathes without daylight
a younger brother wouldn’t pull up to me an listen
offered him a limp hand to try and heal a schism
contributed to my own environment’s division
giving to enslave like a state owned prison

[verse 3: porter]
so when i transgress, yes, now do i address
the fact i’m a spiritial mess
no it’s not a simple yes
i wanna speak in a way so that i can bless
no but how can i confess
when i’m green with envy like a leaf of cress
and i think i’m the king like a piece in chess
i need daily bread like my name is tess
and i’m steaming hot like a trouser press
now back on point, i guess i kinda digress
i don’t wanna leave faith to the work of guess
so i’ll pledge to the new world even less
and i prey for the death of this pit of cess

[hook: porter]
step up to the mark and arrive too soon kid
drawing all the curtains when it just turned noon kid
everybody knows that you can’t handel it
can i get a hallelujah for one last time kid

- phresh clique uk

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