Top Songs By The Waxidermist
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Waxidermist
Performer
Jerome Perez
Guitar
Matthieu Detton
Cello
David Monet
Keyboards
Lawkyz
Bass Guitar
Gérald Bonnegrace
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sébastien Charpiot
Composer
Racecar
Lyrics
Jerome Perez
Arranger
Matthieu Detton
Arranger
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
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