This is done so well I could hear this on the radio big ups fam

I like the track, very upbeat and happy, but the low quality of the accapella is bothering me. (I'm sure some of it is due to the fact I'm streaming it)

Man this is dope as hell so far. Loving the flow.

Lyrical game is tight as hell to. Good shit man

Can't help but nod my head to this. Great track

this sounds pretty sweet, but the quality seems low

Lyrics:

You say “Hey! It’s the colors you wear”/
I’m like “Mayday!” ‘Cuz I’m so fucking scared/
Trying to save face, like run and embarrassed/
With a crook in my neck, is it love, is it marriage?/
I can’t even walk straight, you’re my police line/
Every night you’re out late, like, “I need time”/
Fucking rewind, you wanted me back.../
Worry ‘bout my pipe, when you hit me in the kneecap/
Girl….

Eyes blacker than a redact, askin her for feedback/
Gauzy gravel, white noise, keep at it/
I was a fucking god, you got me insecure/
Relapsing in IKEA, buying ‘His & Her’s’/
Towelettes, miss choking out a bitch like Claudette/
Yes, it’s about sex, bowed legs, brown freckles/
He comes around when she does it/ 
Ground trembles, now, now devil/
You’re in my back pocket, like a fish hook/
Trying to get on the T.V. and be like: “Bitch, look”/
Let me tell you ‘bout abandonment issues/ (got em)
Paralyzing radio silence loud as like six nukes/
I’m like a cornered animal.../ (I am)
Fuck NAFTA, more like borderline irrational/ (it is)
Wouldn’t trade it for the world, not another one/ (nope)
Usain Bolt, bitch: colors run/

Don’t get drunk, don’t get distracted.../
Guess we’re just bad kids, do love The Black Lips/
Been a bizarre ride, just Phipe and a fat lip/
Still passing me by the farside of baggage/
Like I’m running, running, running, running/
Dissolving in debt, in my bed, like “come in”/
Don’t believe in soulmates, but our freckles match/
Showed up on my doorstep just to welcome back/

And it’s dumb right, watch me wither in the sunlight/ (I’m melting)
Fittest glove like, living like a drum strike/
Heart in constant, life’s a streets and my heart’s on crossing/
Heart on throbbing, gosh darn Mom ‘n Dad are watching/
Parade marching, never get stuck in the margins/
Luck of the draw is... Fucking retarded/
Gonna withdraw, then buck up and charge in/
You’ve got barbed eyes, I’ve got a hard smile/
That’s a far cry from tepid bar dive hookups/
Look up! See the sky got shook up/
Dormant like a doormat, (skinnel?) never took up/
Got used to your gaze, coursing lethal/
No stolen glances, I grand-larson-kneed you in the stomach/
You steam uninterrupted, and when you walked away/
I finally realized what love is/ (yooo)

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