Channel: Moccasin Creek

Category: Music

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Description: Video and Production: @Kirk Films music.apple.com/us/artist/moccasin-creek/436366607 open.spotify.com/artist/0NbK6zi0udNSXMzL7Ekq5T LYRICS: We don’t see the same pictures y’all We don’t use the same brush Probably quote the scripture wrong Probably lost your trust Writing all these feeling songs They said I ought to hush Pain don’t leave til the mind is gone Or til I turn to dust Why do I feel like this? when I move my lips The last big lie nearly sunk my ship The past flew by like a high school trip 45 on my side bout to cock this Trapped in myself I’m a hostage kid It’s been Bruin like a Boston kid I pray to god they tell a brother what’s causing this Falling quick I think I lost my grip I paint with emotion the canvas is broke So I light this shit on fire n disappear in the smoke Send me an angel lemme borrow her wings Send me an angel,,, break these shackles and chains There he is again rappin like a cool kid This dude I ain’t really tryin to fool with heart strings- he’ll tap then he’ll pull it We been waiting on this dude to bite the bullet Truth is maybe Jeff’s been embarrassed Grew up with some real good parents Started rappin and the world just stared then he bought a thorobred stuck him right n front the carriage Oh lawd. He’s at it again. Make another song about having no friends Right or wrong you battling him but he won’t right wrongs cause he battered within Damn The name damn the fame damn the pain damn the shame damn the game damn the rain damn ya aim damn I’m lame What’s left to gain I paint with emotion the canvas is broke So I light this shit on fire n disappear inthe smoke Send me an angel lemme borrow her wings Send me an angel,,, break these shackles and chains Yea I used to hang with the country kids next day I would hang in the streets for kicks then I’d chill with this misfits Thursday nights Fast forward to Friday playing under the lights Id even hang at the country club church crew on Sunday spreading the love never knew exactly who I was or what I loved I turned to drugs Do you know what it’s like To pour your heart out To pull the cord real tight do u know what it’s like Every time you turn around you gotta pleases a new crowd do u know what it’s like Now I’m a culture vulture? Nah, I’m just a broken sculptor I’m way too slow Way to fat way to bold way too whack way too old but I still do me like my momma told and I still seek peace cause it calms the soul So drop ya comments i don’t n care talk ya trash grit grin and bear I am here and you are there he is him and they are there so I paint with emotion but my canvas is broke So I light this shit on fire n disappear in the smoke Send me an angel lemme borrow her wings Send me an angel,,, break these shackles and chains