pickeTours (feat. Debo Balogun & Danny Connolly) Lyrics

meet me in the hallway where the shadows fall… mmm…

whisper secrets in these white walls, well, we’re rollin rollin

down the floor, cross the room and shut the door, he steps

right through those gates of hell, his father didn’t teach him

well… hmmm… come down to the trenches every thursday

night… mmm… preacher man is callin you to see through

bright eyes, well… come with me and we’ll do what’s good…

you don’t know that’s where he stood… with desperation

tiered above mounts of longing, deep, red, love. yea, we’re

rollin rollin down the floor, cross the room and shut the

door, he steps right through those gates of hell, his father

didn’t teach him well… oh and i will seize your strain

(seize your) i already share your pain (tough priorities)…

i fucking seized your strain! oh and i am desperate to undo

your pain (but) it’s not my business, never was… mmm…

mmmhhhhmmm… yea we’re rollin rollin down the floor,

cross the room and shut the door, he steps right through

those gates of hell… he steps right through those gates of

hell… he steps right through those gates of hell! his father

didn’t teach him… it’s for me, it for we, it’s for they, it’s for

she, inevitably i will have sight to my sources. it’s for me, it’s

for we, it’s for they, it’s for she, holistically, what if i grow with

my data…? his father didn’t teach him… his father didn’t teach

him… his father didn’t teach him… is him on him is him, he’s

him… he’s his own father, now. he can teach him… self… cool.