T.F.F.T.T.

T.F.F.T.T. Lyrics

Song T.F.F.T.T.
Artist Moemaw Naedon
Artist Billy Hoyle
Album Travel Through
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作词 : Moemaw Naedon
作曲 : Moemaw Naedon/Billy Hoyle
eyelids separate when they close gates
dream state fade away in the head space
black circles dilated, dark walls
not yet hit by the glow of the fireball
no time to wonder why, movement automatic
horizontal line dollar sign problematic
operate at times autopilot
light stay lit in the should got to find it
open the entrance to the residence
i see the trees but the forrest more prevalent
still the shape of the woods transform
like the clouds in the eye of a storm
main idea vague ever changing
the evergreens on the peeks rearranging
catch the water from the snow when it trickle down
sweat beads drip off the dips in the brow
human hands meant to construct
the feet and legs meant to work together on the hunt
so why we act like the grind aint part of the plan
through the trees see the sun peak over the land
the scheme, the big painting in the frame
i hold it sacred staying in the same lane
but the path curves and sometimes stops
where the leaves lay undisturbed by the rocks
twigs crack wings flap on the dispatch
think back when the roots grew through the ash
thought it might be impossible to build it up
still don't know if the earth lay still enough
still im up when the sun cut through the trunks
no matter what cant stop when i had enough
the helicopter seed pods spin in the breeze
to build the forest i try to see for the trees
born to see more than what disorder breeds
explore the scene uphill where the border leads
theres more than meets the eyes of the hawk
the shadow on the green canopy float across
with the kills in the claws headed back to the nest
i wont exhaust all the skills in my set
spread it thick, lush and healthy
the quick route is a thinned out helping
the elk drink from a stream thats constant
flow don't stop in the motion of progress
offering life from death in the talons
each one need one for the balance
surrounded by breath clandestine
lost my step but i kept my direction
etched in to the side of a tree
was a map of the landscape incomplete
zuo ci : Moemaw Naedon
zuo qu : Moemaw Naedon Billy Hoyle
eyelids separate when they close gates
dream state fade away in the head space
black circles dilated, dark walls
not yet hit by the glow of the fireball
no time to wonder why, movement automatic
horizontal line dollar sign problematic
operate at times autopilot
light stay lit in the should got to find it
open the entrance to the residence
i see the trees but the forrest more prevalent
still the shape of the woods transform
like the clouds in the eye of a storm
main idea vague ever changing
the evergreens on the peeks rearranging
catch the water from the snow when it trickle down
sweat beads drip off the dips in the brow
human hands meant to construct
the feet and legs meant to work together on the hunt
so why we act like the grind aint part of the plan
through the trees see the sun peak over the land
the scheme, the big painting in the frame
i hold it sacred staying in the same lane
but the path curves and sometimes stops
where the leaves lay undisturbed by the rocks
twigs crack wings flap on the dispatch
think back when the roots grew through the ash
thought it might be impossible to build it up
still don' t know if the earth lay still enough
still im up when the sun cut through the trunks
no matter what cant stop when i had enough
the helicopter seed pods spin in the breeze
to build the forest i try to see for the trees
born to see more than what disorder breeds
explore the scene uphill where the border leads
theres more than meets the eyes of the hawk
the shadow on the green canopy float across
with the kills in the claws headed back to the nest
i wont exhaust all the skills in my set
spread it thick, lush and healthy
the quick route is a thinned out helping
the elk drink from a stream thats constant
flow don' t stop in the motion of progress
offering life from death in the talons
each one need one for the balance
surrounded by breath clandestine
lost my step but i kept my direction
etched in to the side of a tree
was a map of the landscape incomplete
zuò cí : Moemaw Naedon
zuò qǔ : Moemaw Naedon Billy Hoyle
eyelids separate when they close gates
dream state fade away in the head space
black circles dilated, dark walls
not yet hit by the glow of the fireball
no time to wonder why, movement automatic
horizontal line dollar sign problematic
operate at times autopilot
light stay lit in the should got to find it
open the entrance to the residence
i see the trees but the forrest more prevalent
still the shape of the woods transform
like the clouds in the eye of a storm
main idea vague ever changing
the evergreens on the peeks rearranging
catch the water from the snow when it trickle down
sweat beads drip off the dips in the brow
human hands meant to construct
the feet and legs meant to work together on the hunt
so why we act like the grind aint part of the plan
through the trees see the sun peak over the land
the scheme, the big painting in the frame
i hold it sacred staying in the same lane
but the path curves and sometimes stops
where the leaves lay undisturbed by the rocks
twigs crack wings flap on the dispatch
think back when the roots grew through the ash
thought it might be impossible to build it up
still don' t know if the earth lay still enough
still im up when the sun cut through the trunks
no matter what cant stop when i had enough
the helicopter seed pods spin in the breeze
to build the forest i try to see for the trees
born to see more than what disorder breeds
explore the scene uphill where the border leads
theres more than meets the eyes of the hawk
the shadow on the green canopy float across
with the kills in the claws headed back to the nest
i wont exhaust all the skills in my set
spread it thick, lush and healthy
the quick route is a thinned out helping
the elk drink from a stream thats constant
flow don' t stop in the motion of progress
offering life from death in the talons
each one need one for the balance
surrounded by breath clandestine
lost my step but i kept my direction
etched in to the side of a tree
was a map of the landscape incomplete
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