Fuck Yeah Paradise Fears

Go ahead n’ lie ta yo ass,
and pretend dat you’re a ray of light when you’re a funky-ass broken candle.
You’re keepin time wit yo ass,
when’d it all start movin way too fast fo’ you ta handle?
You’re short on breath but heavy on time,
Yo ass lost tha lyrics yo, but you found tha rhyme.
It’s all just poetry now, nahmeean?

Da walls is rappin, “Hallelujah, amen.”

It’s so dark up in tha room, n’ tha ceilings is high,
Yo ass know tha feeling, you’ve been here before,
And it’s a funky-ass broken oldschool pew, n’ it’s a echoin cry,
Don’t push yo ass short,
On breath yo, but heavy on time,
Yo ass lost tha lyrics but you found tha rhyme.
It’s all just poetry now, nahmeean?

Da walls is rappin, “Hallelujah, amen.”

See, our ratchet asses don’t straight-up care whoz ass yo ass is,
We’ve kind of gots dis non-exclusive policy of determinin exactly
who our ratchet asses open up ta n’ let tha fuck into our family,
and then whoz ass becomes a part of our united mass and harmony,
And that’s kind of become tha thesis ta dis song,
Because all up in suffering, acceptizzle, grief, n’ strife,
There’s no way dat yo’ puzzle piece fits tha fuck into our puzzle wrong,
cuz everyone is welcome on dis stage dat our crazy-ass asses call life.

And our ratchet asses don’t straight-up care whoz ass yo ass is,
everyone is capable of lookin up n’ wishin on a star,
so catch it, so contagious, dis day-dreamer’s disease,
and hope can be yo’ sword, slayin darknizz wit belief,

And our ratchet asses don’t straight-up care whoz ass yo ass is,
regardlesz of how tha fuck lost yo ass is returnin from, regardlesz of how tha fuck far,
brang mah crazy ass all tha worst of yo’ broken, bruised, insane,
cuz that’s tha thangs wit beatz, when it hits, you feel no pain,
No matter what tha fuck you did, I promise our crazy-ass asses forgave it,
When all that’s left is yo’ voice, you’ve gots no chizzle but ta raise it,
All you broken hearts, all you dejected dreams,
Just let yo ass be free cuz even broken wings can fly away.

In time you’ll find, dis life’s a paintin n’ you’re tha artist,
Just open yo’ eyes, it’s never too late ta clear yo’ canvas,
So paint mah crazy ass jealous, paint mah crazy ass rage, fo’ god’s sake paint mah crazy ass anythang, just paint.
Yo Crazy-Ass brush awaits.

Da walls is rappin, “Hallelujah, amen.”
Da walls rap you ta chill.
One secret meant ta keep you safe tonight,
I swear dat everythang is ghon be aiiiight.