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letra de comfort (orange juice) - tom (emcee from australia)

[intro]
looking for comfort in a place in which comfort is undefined
and the pace at which we’re running is probably under time of their makeshift weapons
i swear i heard they fear stepping pending
got my baby stressing, how much this comfort is summoned to come to life

[refrain]
so run to yours, i’ll run to mine
run to yours, i’ll run to mine, uh
run to yours, i’ll run to mine, uh
run to yours, i’ll run to mine

[verse 1]
look, prime sight tries to find a piece meaning
but blind is blind, you’ll find your sight is retreating
so shut your eyelids from fear
[?] your life from your ears
but deaf is deaf, defend what’s left, who could you write to and care? uh
it’s either that or make them cower rap to make the faces sour that in which you base your power, uh
match is lit to make a tower fall
whatever counts to you
but thomas, trust the temper typing doesn’t cancel you
but i got ‘em bouncing to my disc comfort
neck and wrist thumping
make my negative something that could get the kid money, uh
found a clue within a sound or two
i’m searching for the type of piece that makes a mountain move
but maybe that’s not mine to find, inside a vice
maybe fall in love with time
[refrain]
so run to yours, i’ll run to mine
run to yours, i’ll run to mine, look
run to yours, i’ll run to mine
run to yours, i’ll run to mine huh
run to yours, i’ll run to mine
run to yours, i’ll run to mine

[verse 2]
nana taught me orange juice and living in the moment
imagine knowing what jay-z knows, look
nana taught me orange juice and living in the moment
imagine holding what jay-z holds
i’m a plain speaker, feign intelligence within the rhymes
come every dinnertime, i’m dressed like i’m fit to kiss the bride
i can’t eat the ether like jay did
why are you scared to take in loses? that’s lame, kid
how else do you expect to gain, live
i don’t rap, i just say things in plain english
if they think it rhymes, then fine, my mind’s caged in it, made different, uh
talk like anybody else you know
but rap like i’m in ink tap out, got microphones and pens to choke
plain speaker i am
made equal next to anybody but the mic stand
green eggs and fried ham
every breakfast, dressed as though i’m fit to kiss the bride, man
ride, sigh and repeat
a blind eye can’t defeat a lack of peace
and that’s all i have to speak
and it’s all i have to speak

- tom emcee from australia

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