Thundercat - $200 TB prod.Flying Lotus ft. Austin Peralta

Through The Alders

it's starting to get cold
and the trees at my back
are no longer guarding
the bugs on my neck
that are sucking my blood
for a late supper
 
the birds pay no mind
they just sing me my song
right back to me
and it's prettier than i could ever sing, anything
 
the suns headed west
to wake up my friends
in oklahoma
and the winds are picking up now
swirling leaves in to a dance that nobody's seen
 
all my friends in a beach house
down south "living hell" without me
so i'm here in the park
writing things in the dark
to nothing

Through the Alders

Cornbread & Calabria

i play music in the dark
i waste my life away
and my family
is secretly falling apart

Family

There is no walkin' away from this now
Hell is pouring out your mouth now
There's snow on the ground
You're meltin' it up now
You wanna be found
But you're making not sounds now

There is no walkin' away from this now. 
Hell is pouring out your ears now.
You wanna be found.
You wanna be found out
You wanna be found
You wanna be found out
You wanna be heard
You wanna be heard out
You wanna be found
You wanna be smoked out

Go To Heck

Jon Delvaux