planting seeds Songtext
von shinigami

Gx blunt force tactics

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

One, two, three like the snap of my fingers
Singing all the words like they came from a scripture
Walking down the street
The cameras flash and they flicker
Moncler jacket break it out for the winter
I don′t write songs, I'm just painting a picture
If you don′t understand then you don't have to listen
Diamonds on my wrist, I'ma shine, I′ma glisten
Sick in the head but I don′t wanna fix it

I'm not gon′ listen, no, no, no
Don't tell me you understand me, I know you don′t
Bang my head through the wall
Nobody listens to me when I talk


Staring at my screen, I just can't find the words to say
Always forget that tomorrow′s another day
Dancing 'round the subject like ballet
I'm tryna stack up these racks until I decay

One, two, three like the snap of my fingers
Singing all the words like they came from a scripture
Walking down the street
The cameras flash and they flicker
Moncler jacket break it out for the winter
I don′t write songs, I′m just painting a picture
If you don't understand then you don′t have to listen
Diamonds on my wrist, I'ma shine, I′ma glisten
Sick in the head but I don't wanna fix it

I′ma glow, I'm just planting a seed
Data squad, yeah, that's the fucking agency
I′ma plant seeds in the garden very patiently
I be flowing like it′s nothing, very gracefully
I need to let go, it's ok
I be smokin′ on that gas getting high every day
Sometimes it gets hard to focus, got a lot on my plate
One foot in front of the other
Every step that I take


Staring at my screen, I just can't find the words to say
Always forget that tomorrow′s another day
Dancing 'round the subject like ballet
I′m tryna stack up these racks until I decay

One, two, three like the snap of my fingers
Singing all the words like they came from a scripture
Walking down the street
The cameras flash and they flicker
Moncler jacket break it out for the winter
I don't write songs, I'm just painting a picture
If you don′t understand then you don′t have to listen
Diamonds on my wrist, I'ma shine, I′ma glisten
Sick in the head but I don't wanna fix it

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa