Well-coiffed
Slicked-back, gelled hair, smells expensive
A little greasy, chipped-off nails
I got that resting bitch face, y’all said
Of course, cause you bore me
Hey, don’t read too deep, man
You’ll just end up disappointed
I wear that “rest in peace” face, now
Honey, it’s just your take
I’m not here to be liked
Or to be right
Just passing through
But you don’t know
what I mean when I keep quiet
Distant? Resistant? Yeah, you felt that friction,
Sorry, didn't fit your sweet-girl fiction
Messy situation, dirty vibration,
Tell me, who’s the saint knockin' on my door?
Sometimes I’m frozen, sometimes I’m a fire,
Under the radar, higher and higher
No makeup on my soul, no fake embrace,
Just a raw-cut rhythm on my resting face
Spilling the wine, leaving stains on the track,
A high-voltage wire
that you cannot touch back
Too numb to bleed, or bleeding too much,
I'm out of your reach,
I'm a ghost you can't clutch
Stripped to the bone, nothing left to defend,
Just a baseline walking
where the fakes pretend
You can scratch the surface,
You can't read my face
Let the speakers blow, let the system crash
I’m not here to be liked or to be right
Just passing through
(Just a drifter... passing dead of night)
But you don’t know what I mean
When I keep quiet
(Read the cover, miss the page,
Quiet twist... hidden on the list)
Out of my mind, out of bound,
You're not around
Who gives a damn, it's all the same,
I left you behind
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Source: genie
Romanised by JHnimm
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