Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Seraphim , by - Akua Naru. Song from the album The Miner's Canary, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 19.02.2015
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Seraphim |
| Let me rap to you soft like |
| Pure 'cause you royal like |
| King in your own right |
| Rock with you all night |
| Chain off the wall, tight |
| Roll on the floor like |
| Oh Lord, this song hot |
| Hip on till we catch flight |
| Uh, lovin' you is caffeinated |
| Every moment anticipated, long awaited and never overrated |
| Like we hard tied to seek reciprocity |
| Touch sound, speech like the depth of you on top of me |
| A braided history now river deep like |
| The color of love brushed on blushed cheeks |
| Like between your breath, under your caress |
| The way you «Yes», the space between our lips |
| The climax of brown flesh |
| Lovin' you’s a vibration uncontrolled |
| Even still water knows to adhere to your flow |
| You add rhythm to the blues of my neoclassic soul |
| Keep me high, emotions a prayer though |
| Lovin' you could keep a sister on freeway |
| Trying to front, like you ain’t on my tongue, replay |
| Like, nostalgic flash back to third grade |
| On every other page I write a heart between two names |
| Your love will take me higher |
| Celestial like the choir |
| Seraphim |
| Even if we should part for a while |
| I’ll always feel you by my side |
| Holding hands with spirit our constructuralist living |
| When your tongue paints my Georgia O’Keefe hieroglyphic |
| Round of applause, kiss me an encore |
| I nominate you for awards till you scream «Oh Lord!» |
| Singin' out of tune, I wear you like perfume |
| Like morning arouses the afternoon and at night |
| Lovin' you is like so sweet, my teeth rot |
| Just for speakin' of love and how we rock, roll, like |
| Drink their lover’s arms, slow framed in the calm |
| Recite a bracelet of poems inspired by your charm |
| An interlude, stink attitudes and frontin' |
| You ask me what’s wrong, I’m steaddy tellin' you it’s nothing |
| Loving you is like livin', life is still shy sippin' |
| Rhyme till beat drop, plus I love the way you hip hop |
| When our lips lock I could write the score to your laughter |
| You stay by my side like Mozambique and Madagascar |
| Your love will take me higher |
| Celestial like the choir |
| Seraphim |
| Even if we should part for a while |
| I’ll always feel you by my side |
| I’m close |
| I’m close |
| I’m close |
| Close |
| I’m close |
| Close |
| Close |
| Close |
| I’m close |
| Close |
| I’m close |
| Close |
| I’m close |
| Close |
| I’m close |
| Close |
| Yo, let me rap to you soft like |
| Pure 'cause you royal like |
| King in your own right |
| Rock with you all night |
| And chain off the wall, tight |
| Roll on the floor like |
| Oh Lord, this song hot |
| Hip on till we catch flight |
| Neighbors at the door height |
| Landlord call, right |
| Mating call soundtrack |
| Like the four floor halls like |
| Whisper, «You want more, right?» |
| Mama said it’s all right |
| Trapped in these thoughts till walk on by |