Lyrics Paper Prophecies - Malaki

Paper Prophecies

Sorry I’m not talking I left my soul at home
Socialising, no surprising outside a social home
Rumbling belly
Autumnal breeze from the east
Fold the skin
Licks the lips
As it creased
Acting sketchy
Just a black sheep
Now I’m stressy
Ask me for my skin but I just give her a filter
Anxiety wins when I deny that I miss her
Spend my time getting eyed from a Rizzla
A ripped-jean coke fiend
Now that’s a tongue twister
Lung kisser
From that late night spliffy
Within me just a whiskey
Catch the train in a jiffy
That vicious cycle to nightfall
Cuz I’d fallen to the night
Alcohol delightful
Despite this
I’m lifeless
Not feeling alright
So I left
Caress a bench
Toes gripped tight
Upon closer inspection
A collection of flowers
A rose that flourished
Not discouraged by the weather’s powers
Drunk mind towers as he stares
Not every flower in life has a petal
But it’s prepared for the animosities
Atrocities we bring
Codeine, a coke dream
Feeling lonely grab a drink
Corrupt sold their soul
For a baggy and a 7UP
Glamourizing syrup
They never advertise the slump
Agonized you’re stuck
Falling down on your luck
No eyes to prise
What’s next, another bump?
A mother’s love at the back of your mind
Push it aside white collar crime takes the eye
Like father I deny
Find scholar when he writes
Night conquered with a fight
Man this can’t be right
Nineteen
Gave his mind to the Sertraline
Chasing dreams in a magazine
It seems
He’s just craving that evergreen
I don’t supress stress
I would bathe in it
Lay in it
Comfortably numb
Succumb to my existence
Persisting to be foolish
Distract me with an arrow off of cupid
When in reality
I’m feeling blueish
Stick the skins
Rid the sins
With a can by the canal
Skateboards fly by in their flannel
Man I’m losing signal
Change the channel
Cuz I’ve been this way since Ed, Edd and Eddie hit the telly
Hey Arnold’s on the celly
Told you to grow up
Your life’s already ready
In a flash fall like confetti
With no celebration
Pupils dilating
Another pupil in education
Just acting unsteady
Loosen the tie
Can’t breathe
Acting serious like a rhyme without a beat
I’ll bleed for you
To show you who I truly am
Release the truth through the scars in my hand
I thought we all had a plan
Childhood good kid gone bad
Notebook and a pen
Misunderstand the meaning of sad
Few misdemeanours
We descend but sure look I’m grand
Heartbreak
Too late
Fools shake
Under the covers of a new escape
Childhood lovers
A closed gate
But he would hop walls
Determination in his bones
Solidified a sad song through earphones
Cheaters and liars
Feeling deniers
Fuck and a run
Duck from the scum
Until
The One