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letra de pardon - phresh clique (uk)

[chorus: hodson]
winds blowing, as we’re strolling
hands reaching, withholding
skin showing
and i’m sorry, how did i cover up like this
paths crossing, it’s blinding
i’m muted, and i’m hiding
behind the seconds between now and everything that i’ve done
now i’m breaking down begging your pardon
now i’m breaking down begging your pardon

[verse 1: squire]
for me to learn my place, i’m sick enough to take yours
these shark infested waters and your stood in front of jaws
beg your pardon
but it’s hard to stay humble, when i’m close to the brink
so many voices in my head that i can’t hear myself think
so squire’s k!lling it again
if i beat it and chop it, and heat it and toss it, there won’t be a beat left to save
feeling insane, rackin’ my brain, leaving my baggage for others to claim
immune to the game, but it looks like i’m back and i’ve ended up kidding myself once again
i can’t stop fakin’, look what the cultures done
what do you mean, k!lled these all these haterz, let the vultures come
send a man to talk to spirits if he can’t hold his rum
j just stop fakin’, look what the cultures done
what you say man, i’m on this trap ting
ball so hard, watch the throne king
bars so hot, if dropped, melt straight though the wings of batfink
top of the world, just to tease ya, man better listen to this ether
got an angel and the devil on each shoulder
and right now i can’t hear either
(let me hold up)
that’s my cue, so let squire join in
got my crew, so there’s a fire warning
k!lling you, they’ll never be mourning
you can’t tell me nothing, (nah) you can’t tell me nothing (nah)
j please tell the truth for once
but that won’t sell me nothing!
do i live like 5’9 and do my crying in a corvette
and get so focused on the cake until it k!lls me, marie antoinette
or like the truman show, and let the true man come up on the outside
man i’m living two lives, i’m dr jeckle, i’m mr hyde
was drowned out by the voices, now i start to think clearer
i’m not saying i got it sorted matter of fact i think i hear a
but what about the man, that everyone else is picturing?
starting to ignore that voice, i beg your pardon for listening

[verse 2: hodson]
the leaves turn black with the hours
the garden fruit softens and sours
i guess death needs life to be fed
i guess i need to clear my jungle head
cos in among the trees i took a bite
i didn’t know i had such an appet-te
the moment came like stillness to my soul
i think it’s where i start to lose control
i remember the midnight air and the sports t-shirts
and i know i came along but you thought it first
what were you doing dragging me out in the first place
it was an over 21’s night anyway
talked about our lost dreams and past hopes
very aware i was still wearing my astros
but could you let me love you again?

now i’m at the boundary i am part of a moment
between two others there’s not even future left
for me to hide behind
my life is at the line
now i’m at the boundary i am part of a moment
between two others there’s not even future left
for me to hide behind
my life is at the line

[verse 3: hodson]
the first time i felt the full force of you
eating popcorn in front of burning coal
you looked into my eyes and knew what i was about to do
as we dipped into the same bowl
now we’ve ended up walking through gardens
behind tired eyes i still see the lies
all i did was leave a kiss upon your cheek
like you wouldn’t work out my disguise
well here goes your betrayer
searching for the words you taught me to say
forgive me where i can’t forgive myself
before i even think about bread today

and now i’m at the boundary i am part of a moment
and as i walk away i crumble like the words that i left unsaid
i’m left hanging on a thread
and now i’m at the boundary i am part of a moment
and as i walk away i crumble like the words that i left unsaid
i’m left hanging on a thread

[chorus: hodson]
wind blowing, as we strolling
hands reaching, withholding
skin showing, and i’m sorry
how did i cover up like this
paths crossing, it’s blinding
i’m muted, and i’m hiding
behind the seconds between now and everything that i’ve done
(a breakdown on a stroll in a garden)

[outro: hodson]
what my heart so sorrowful for?
what my guts spilled out on the floor?

- phresh clique uk

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