Sub*T - Fur on Porcelain

Grew up on West Kennedy
With splinters in my thumbs
Blue residue on the counters
Helps me focus on my songs

All talk no action
All work no satisfaction
It is fur on porcelain
I'm willing I am never able
Get me outta here
Get me outta here
Get me outta here
Get me outta here
It is fur on porcelain
I'm willing I am never able

Rochelle she holds the hours
And locals love the sleeves
One man he roams the block
I guess these people never leave

August he runs the door
And shins hurt on concrete
Pains release when I breathe
They always get stuck in my teeth

All talk no action
All work no satisfaction
It is fur on porcelain
I'm willing I am never able
Get me outta here
Get me outta here
Get me outta here
Get me outta here
It is fur on porcelain
I'm willing I am never able

I'm always thinking I'm never saying
I'm always thinking I'm never saying
I'm always thinking I'm never saying
I'm always thinking I'm never saying

I'm always thinking I'm never saying
I'm always yearning and never changing
Making moves and I'm quickly aging
I'm notoriously surrealist
I'm notoriously surrealist

Am I just a found object?
Am I just a found object?
Am I just a found object?

Written by:
Grace Bennett, Jade Alcantara, Kenzie Davis

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