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The Waxidermist - Following the White Clouds Feat. RacecaR
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Waxidermist
The Waxidermist
Performer
Jerome Perez
Jerome Perez
Guitar
Matthieu Detton
Matthieu Detton
Cello
David Monet
David Monet
Keyboards
Lawkyz
Lawkyz
Bass Guitar
Gérald Bonnegrace
Gérald Bonnegrace
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sébastien Charpiot
Sébastien Charpiot
Composer
Racecar
Racecar
Lyrics
Jerome Perez
Jerome Perez
Arranger
Matthieu Detton
Matthieu Detton
Arranger
David Monet
David Monet
Arranger

Lyrics

Substances Solomon sustenance tolerance Holler when dollars save martyrs for the starters Subsequent scholars, though abrupt, they may follow Like a lava floe, the brava-doe it only lasts a comma folks My people keep it 110 doing floor work not the Llama choke Common yolks combinate to distribute a common weight Relate to our common fates, or be uncommon, conmen take To see the constellations in a grid would be a conquered state The concerts shake the congress and the compromise is constant The movers will evolve, revolve and keep it on the compass The proof is in the fall and all the constant is unconcious The cue for curiously conscious clue seekers in contrast The contract, more than a muscle spasmed complex No contest, clear headed keep their senses wide for combat Its compact A life that unfolds like the contrast Like light that unrolls when the calm pass (you feel it?) The sky ain't the limit when you walking on clouds (already) The high ain't no limit Cause we fly every minute! Solomon substances solemn but swallow A mouthful of wallowing Hollow no sustenance Follows the hungry The columns don't topple in countries that sit But the columns of countrymen Swallow the shit That was borrowed from masters of slaves Though renamed In this modern-day trade off The propers they trade off for favors and flavors From outside Their zone of protection from neighbors To savour this turn on the tv and saviors insist You give all that you can, they give fifths They're like fists beneath rectums And reckon three fifths is no fit Everything goes to shit in this spectrum You dont got their back, but they got your backside in compromise Compliment that with a tax and tie Let's cut the blindfolds and the handcuffs Struggles we had enough to make our minds grow and hue-man up The sky ain't the limit when you walking on clouds (already) The high ain't no limit Cause we fly every minute!
Writer(s): Racecar, Sébastien Charpiot Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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