Cutie Carousel (pulses. cut) ft. Pulses. Lyrics

Its Pulses. baby

Do we know who starts the fires

Do we know who fills the seas

Who speaks to what transpires

Who contemplates the means

They don't understand the

I can't believe that they would

Intricate designing

Why can't they see that it's good

Gargantuan progression

Held back by tantamount obsession

And I know that I'm right at the brink of something

A total waste of time

So tell me, baby

What's been going on

You haven't been tweeting lately

No notifications

Contemplating

Is it something I've done wrong

You only

You only know

Just what you need to know to

Ebb and flow

Seed and sow

It's instrumental

For your mental

Capacity to expand

Past the facts you see

With prudence towards

What I can't take

Anymore, anymore

I can't front I don't know if I'm gonna admit

I'm down bad and I can't get in front of it

I don't wanna

I don't think so

I'm not listening

They understand the modes of gambit

Weaponize the work of teams

The silver platter that's been handed

Holds the heads of those who dream

Tell me something

Tell me what you know

I can't believe it, no

I can't believe anymore

Tell me something

Tell me what you want

You need to leave it, oh

You need to leave it alone

Nothing left is ordinary

Call up the apothecary

Malady is temporary

Tell me that its dead and buried

You come around at the worst time

Slow grind on the rough mind

Never ready for it

Always hit you with the one line

Ain't great, a mistake

We both know I need

That kit-Cat keepin' me Company

These Pulses. keepin' me bumpin' it

Lookin' for another chill one; a real one

Got me out here feelin' like a dum-dum

Packin' up too volatile to stay here

I'm finna move on up to the Mayfield

Rolling stone cuz the block got too hot

Temptation bout to have me catch a first loss

Trick please, not me

I know you feel it how I feel it

When I kick 'em to the curb first

Been burned but I don't fail

Won't do it how you done it

Cuz that's what hurt worse

Nothing left is ordinary

Call up the apothecary

Malady is temporary

Tell me that its dead and buried

You come around at the worst time

Slow grind on the rough mind