Lyrics ENTERLUDE - Ambre, Jean Deaux

ENTERLUDE

I will sing for you, or we will do, and share with you
A few moments
After which I shall graduate to a higher class
And I hope you will come with me
We’ll start from the beginning
Which was about a little girl, and her name was…
Good afternoon eyewitness news North Lucidia
Citizens say they saw a group of four teenagers trespassing on what they’re
calling a pulp garden
It’s said to have been growing hallucinogenic or—
I used to feel nothing, nothing, nothing
Now I feel everything
How you just gone walk up in this room and act like it’s all good?
Put a crack up in my shield like they put crack in the hood
Fuck the war on drugs, I got a war on love
This feeling is limitless, running it up
You set my soul on fire hmm, provider hmm
Won’t lie to you, yeah-yeah
All along I never knew what I had coming
Best thing that you ever did was pull up
All along I never knew what I had coming
Best thing that you ever did was pull up
Yeah, pull up on a kid
Mercy Benz, fogged up
Windows tint, bad intentions
Prolly gon' wanna pull up
Prolly gon' wanna pull up
Prolly gon' wanna pull up
Pull up on a kid
Get it lit yah, yah
On a kid
Get it lit yah
Prolly gon' wanna pull up
Prolly gon' wanna pull up
Prolly gon' wanna pull up
Pull up
The calling cardinal sign
He text and ask if I’m up and I barely bat my eyes
I read between the lines
Far too awake but not in the mood to be hypnotized
Two side of thoughts when I see him, my mind in Gemini
Lay me down in the pool wash me in the Aquemini
I wish you wear me way you weigh me when I’m bapmitized
You got me caught up in your battle scars and stacks of lies
Your pretty self demise
And I’ma sucker for stories and body warmth at night
And I’m the sap the way I’m warring to being your bride
Nobody know me but you and the wind
So I just let the windows down when it’s you on my skin
Pull up
Pull up on a kid
Get it lit, yah, yah
On a kid
Get it lit, yah
Prolly gon' wanna pull up
Prolly gon' wanna pull up
Prolly gon' wanna pull up
Won’t get a ring unless I dial ya, huh
Wanna grab me by my attire, huh
My trade straight out the desire, huh
Man, man, I thought I had a plan
Somehow I knew, I’d fall victim to your voodoo
You don’t believe in miracles and I don’t believe in coincidence
Mother Earth gave you a hand shaking me to my core
Pulp (Pulp)