KID/KULTURE and Fox Spirit - EASE

From that moment I
Wake from my sleep
Life's but a dream

Time drifting along
Seems so out of reach
Searching for peace
Searching for ease

Rainy days into starry nights
Searching to find the brightest light
Curses surround the love of our purses
Our purpose can't be found in birkins or the highest heights

Build up our towers until everyone's speaking cursive Then disperse across the earth and fight
Who's wrong or right?
Can't right your wrongs
When the truth is mine,
I'm really him

All of the time, all of us are
Until we find, that was a lie
Until we lie, and I see a war
Going on inside, no man to stay from

A war in the mind we can't escape from
Dirty souls in these stomping grounds
Full of holes and people asking
Where you got your cape from, please

She don't wanna be saved, huh
I think that's cap like a fitted with a strap
I'm not taking shots but I know somebody
About that danger,
The True Vine

I believe I heard about him through the grapes
I mean the grace
Let's take shots and celebrate, (aight)
Let's break bread and celebrate life
I think she wanna be saved, she can't escape death

I think she really afraid, the information is grave
There's not a paycheck, big enough to please the Piper
Pie of America isn't what you need to taste test
We need a savior to savor

The word is sharper than a saber
I read in Luke about a father way better than Vader
Who wanna welcome his children back, he not tryna evade ya
But there's this thing that seem to separate every relation

All of you weary, heavy laden on medication
We need a mediator, we need The True Creator
Why is it human nature that we would try to direct our lives
Without any framework, building these towers of ours

Really is thin as paper, blow in the wind
Till we lose our lives like a flicker of flame
Yo, I couldn't think of a better time to stay in your lane
Emotions be swerving, people observing, think we're insane

And disguise it keep it inside and we lie tryna hide the pain
We blinded ourselves and we crying, trying to call it rain
Do you think that a painting would ever try to become the painter?
Ignoring all the amazing detail that he put in place

And what if the painting was always really supposed to hang?
The masterpiece of his making, please let him sign the name
And get that ease
Kulture

Written by:
Alan Hill

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