And it was menacing.
It was kind of, you know,
like I said,
you know, you get these
little kind of moments in your life
where a record affects you.
And you just all of a sudden,
you just kind of go,
this is something else.
What the master,
it's not happiness that makes you grateful,
but it's the gratitude that makes us happier.
Dancing red Falcons like a red foul on how your blood pours.
I'm making liquor stores carving out your blood dispensary.
I smell a sorrow around you to hover about you.
Eternal kiss triple six where everything's permanent.
Ties and names you disguise shame on fly disappearing planets.
You feel my absence planet age skin fade my chick.
She hits when the moon change reptile fangs curly.
We think the same way like journey.
I'd be a liar if I said my life ain't been perfect.
I'm a lucky guy.
The master.
It's not happiness that makes us grateful.
It's the gratitude that makes us happier.
It's true.
Blood in my eyes.
I leave you stiff.
No panic on the summer's bluest colors.
Oceanic white the sins off after the
third love to double back and run for you.
I try to distract myself from you.
Pause.
I wrote it in rose colored sunrise.
I'm the real source of your power trip alone standing on the strip.
Sour lip waves that you barely survive.
When gray was a common color for your skies.
It's not happiness that makes us grateful.
The master.
It's not happiness that makes us grateful.
It's the gratitude that makes us happier.