Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song BITS part 2 - The Fear , by - Jean Grae. Song from the album Gotham Down: cycle 3: The Artemis Epoch, in the genre ДжазRelease date: 27.07.2016
Song language: English
BITS part 2 - The Fear |
| Sometimes, melancholy appeasement |
| Is better than the feeling in my head |
| I’m trying to lean towards betterment |
| I’m trying not to feel forced sentiments |
| It’s kinda like the cinammon challenge |
| Everyone’s like, «I can do it!», then you’re spitting and off-balance |
| And balance is key for your battles, you ask me |
| The last three to battle me just balanced on asphalt |
| And that ass fell |
| I as well, dry spell, desert |
| Cos I don’t do invaluable endeavours |
| So I’d rather be present and president |
| Of my tail feathers by my goddamn self, hm |
| Clever, yes I am |
| My letterman jacket is the whole damn alphabet |
| The Greek-Roman alphabet |
| Heiroglyphs, Malkovich, climb inside my mind |
| And have some Alpha-Bits |
| We could do calculus |
| Yes I have a calibre |
| I don’t take phallus or status over conversation stamina |
| Not hummina-hummina conversation stamina |
| I mean common denominator chatter |
| Interests, teach me something |
| That keeps me wanting to keep learning to keep coming |
| Back for more, score, flaws, don’t see 'em |
| If we got the foundation |
| I don’t want the concealer or the make-up or the base |
| Oh lord, trace me like you’re applying for art school |
| I’ll sit on a stool, ask questions |
| It’s pleasant when somebody has attention centered |
| We all want a bit of orbiting |
| Nobody wants to be the morbid maudlin |
| I like to be around your frame often |
| I should tell you more |
| Consider this the place card I put in my hand with my heart |
| I’ll probably leave it adjacent to your hand |
| So I don’t damage it far, because it’s hard |
| But my main intentions are… |
| Slices of me cross-sectioned like tree trunks |
| Open for your reading if you need or want |
| Feeling all jittery |
| And my placement of arms is less than suave |
| I guess it’s odd, I’m normally very nonchalant |
| So mazel-tov on that |
| For throwing me off my guard, hard |
| So I’m automatically audibly sort of «Oh, drat» |
| Caught up in old patterns |
| Some days I wake up like, today it’s gonna happen |
| I’ll embrace him in the way, there’s no evasive action |
| And then I’ll tell him all the ways he makes my state enraptured |
| Face him to face with absolute and base attraction |
| But it’s more, so I fail |
| Capital «F» circled with a red pen |
| And a tail-note saying «64,» |
| «Just tell him he’s the one and you could pass the shit course» |
| But I freeze up and never do more |
| He’s that memory card |
| That I keep turnin' over, hopin' that it’ll match |
| I got a keep it pretty sober man, whenever we pass |
| I wanna need him in the fall |
| The future, the past |
| Fuckin' 5.30pm, 3.20am, noon |
| Whenever everything is, whenever it’s not, too |
| Whenever we’re just energy |
| I’m getting existential |
| But he makes me wanna get pencils and fill out Scantrons |
| Write things, take walks, visit a damn farm |
| Be calm, be a mom… |
| A bit of a jump there, yes |
| Apologies for that though, truth |
| Ain’t no better quality to boost |
| If I lose him to somebody it’s because |
| I never really had him |
| And my love is fantastic |
| So it’s fear |
| Nothing in the universe comes close, my dear |
| Pedantic, romantic, hopeless |
| Maybe he’ll just hear this now and know this… |
| Maybe he’ll just hear this now and know… |