Palabreoland - Blesskidd

To eso ft fuka

No te importa ft Kmilofri (prod.andy's)

It was along the road coming home
when I found you once again.
A woman's wallet discarded in a ditch
inside a photo of your face;
just as I remembered it.
I held my breath.

We were once young flesh and blood
mingled with the sting of our own sweat.
Your gold cross lay flat against your breast;
like a warning or a promise not kept.
The match we lit burned this house to the ground,
I held my breath.

We were once young flesh and blood
mingled with the sting of our own sweat.
Your gold cross lay flat against your breast;
like a warning or a promise not kept.
The match we lit burned this house to the ground,
I held my breath.

Wish I could go back;
wish this world could wash me clean.
Wish tonight for some kind of salvation
when I meet God again.
I threw your picture into the wind
and thought of that gold cross against your skin.

Wish I could go back;
wish this world could wash me clean.
Wish tonight for some kind of salvation
when I meet God again.
I threw your picture into the wind
and thought of that gold cross against your skin.

We were once young flesh and blood
mingled with the sting of our own sweat.
Your gold cross lay flat against your breast;
like a warning or a promise not kept.
The match we lit burned this house to the ground,
I held my breath.

There's an old oak tree near the top of a hill
where the ground remembers you;
the ground remembers you well.
By the hundred year old stone wall;
no curfew or last lovers request.
The ground remembers your body
I held my breath.

There's an old oak tree near the top of a hill
where the ground remembers you;
the ground remembers you well.
By the hundred year old stone wall;
no curfew or last lovers request.
The ground remembers your body
I held my breath.

Reading words carved on the stone
near the place where you now rest,
"I am not here,
don't mourn my death,
leave me to the ground
while I catch my breath.”

Wish I could go back;
wish this world could wash me clean.
Wish tonight for some kind of salvation
when I meet God again.
I threw your picture into the wind
and thought of that gold cross against your skin.

when I meet God again.
I threw your picture into the wind
and thought of that gold cross against your skin.

We were once young flesh and blood
mingled with the sting of our own sweat.
Your gold cross lay flat against your breast;
like a warning or a promise not kept.
The match we lit burned this house to the ground,
I held my breath.

The cross against your skin.

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