[Intro]
(Blaize, I like this one)
You're behind these ones as well
Tea steam and cigarette smoke
You're behind these ones as well
Like the gods behind the mountains
You live between the rocks as well
Tea steam and cigarette smoke
That battered small terrace
[Chorus]
Tea steam and cigarette smoke
You'rе behind these onеs as well
Like the gods behind the mountains
You live between the rocks as well
Tea steam and cigarette smoke
That battered small terrace
How did it not dry up in the sunlight
What you hung up yesterday?
[Verse 1]
The human did it's thing and realized
That everyone sent it down the line
Soon everything is clear, tomorrow is likeable again
I smoke my Joe on the Moon
And I remember back to my childhood
Has my little sister been born yet?
And I said "Please, take her back"
They give the human their own glass
But it still drinks from your one
May your guardian eye watch over me
I will gather up every advance anyway
I am hiding everything from you
Meanwhile every inch of my body sweats for you
Someone tell me, someone tell me
How much more do I need, to put faith in my heart?
[Chorus]
Tea steam and cigarette smoke
I go and come, there is no relax
Small spaces around my eyes
You live between the rocks as well
Tea steam and cigarette smoke
Forever, and ever, and ever
How did it not dry up in the sunlight
What you hung up yesterday?
[Bridge]
The brain courses too much
I am slipping on the road, the frost on my hands
The brain courses too much
The brain courses too much
[Verse 2]
How I say it, you say it as well
How I wear it, you wear it as well
What is the opposite? If I wasn't here
Bro, where would your moodboard come from?
No, I am not happy like that
As the cash accumulates, and the new things
It is fully enough, that the sun comes up
I swear that you push everything too far
No need for a better lord
No need for the turbo flex
And I don't need your lighters
Nor what you call fire
No need for a better lord
No need for the turbo flex
And I don't need your lighters
Nor what you call fire
[Chorus]
Tea steam and cigarette smoke
You're behind these ones as well
Like the gods behind the mountains
You live between the rocks as well
Tea steam and cigarette smoke
That battered small terrace
How did it not dry up in the sunlight
What you hung up yesterday?