Lyrics ceiling fans - Moodie Black

ceiling fans

Can’t see, I dont match, no TV to feedback
Playing possum (inaudible) no dark ops, or glare pops
Stay poised but fuck art no screw boys or reptar
Spare parts (inaudible)
Dropping names of influence to benefit from incels
Black face in a new space never holding hands like bad dates
Rob dirt and then penetrate what i’m supposed to be to a small town
Blocks hurt but i died of age and my back hurts but you on now
Tell me what what my selfie is
The same pain the ways sway
Bangin in with static rich like all noise an epic nich
Promise you im driving with the pedal leveled to the floor bloods
Shit looks like casualties like dropped leaves and skinned knees
What you want
I ain’t never been what you is sipping on
And sleeping on is played out
Im bout to probably fade out
Yall people ain’t gon want me but im baddest for you
Naked for you
Shit im fucking fancy with it
Never leave that it all feels like
I SEE THE PROBLEMS YALL HAVE AND I SEE CEILING FANS
All men are terrifying worlds spinning
Ice thinning rhereotic from killer klans in whitehouses mansplaining
Couldn’t miss it holding onto my skinny wrist and my cheap bracelets everyday
I’m fuckin sayin leave me in the wind I’m swaying
Spilling out with urgency I’m elder tranny others murdered all we really need
is tantrums armored
Collars pretty arrows crack em til their knees are muddied sinking deeper to
resentment they won’t really have no sorrow rip em up and burn their bibles.
Bitch
We need everything in embers Ash besides our bodies
Bleeding in American the flames from cash the modern prairies
Buh
Not invented this is product of our ancest
I don’t see no problems with it what the fuck you mad for
And where im living ain’t no precedent or president politics is foriegn
language never changed the fangs arrangement
Find me on a map your privilege
You have never seen my image