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the moon has risen - sly moon lyrics

[verse 1 * sly moon]
yo, there ain’t nothing you can learn from me
like chucky, i’m a cursed dummy
got the mental state of a mental patient
everywhere i go, there’s trails of devastation
yo, it be the sly of the moon
the smell of weed makes me rise from my tomb
while you’re lightning your zoot, i got my two eyes on your blues
swiping your buddha, i’m getting high before noon
f*cked if i don’t and i’m f*cked if i do
they called the shrooms, misjudged of the mood
dealt a loosing hand tryna bluff my way through
doing nothing like it’s something to do
couldn’t cold sag run in these shoes
funded in booths, sliding under my bape hoodie under my suit
stumbling through the crossroads, drunk and confused
gabbling with my life like it’s nothing to lose

[bridge * lee scott]
and he sat there, lodged between two walls closing in, all bevvy scented and melancholy
beads of sweat, blearing to a single glistening mirror
baking beneath the fluorescent glow of the buzzing street lights somewhere or another
halo rusted and ready for the p*wn shop
instruments left to brusque, unsupervised
but the moon will rise again
[verse 2 * sly moon]
i built a cellar under rock bottom
now i’m tryna take the house down like don johnson
outspoken with nothing to say, stuck in my ways
once was a c*nt and nothing has changed
offered you a wonder, wanna just chuck a grenade (?)
stick you up for all your funds and then buck you some change
i dug my own grave, now i’m tryna dig my way out and your money’s my spade
shoving the ye up in my face
and then i up, up and away
never catch me in a suit and tie
dirty tracky with my shoes untied
who am i? your guess as good as mine
could be sly or just a look a like
gate*crashed your wedding and took your wife
booked a ride, parked outside, then she got put aside

[outro * lee scott]
and he stood there, billowing an infinite plume of smoke and dust
singular and constant, another marking on the tally stick
as unapologetic days saunter by in uniform
unscrupulous, over achieving and under achievements
winning if losing was the goal
but the moon has risen again

- sly moon lyrics

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