A LA CARTE (feat. brakence)

Quadeca

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    My favorite poem was the one I read to you
    From the teleprompter on the tongue of my shoe
    My flashbacks are a touch more resolute
    Declaring thumb wars in the pocket of my suit

    Take it, take it all down, take me all apart
    You can have my tongue, just promise you'll take it à la carte, yeah
    Take it all, just don't take it all to heart
    Thank God we turned the lights off, thank God, uh
    Take it, uh, take me all apart
    You can have my tongue, just promise you'll take it à la carte
    Take it all, just don't take it all to heart
    Thank God we turned the lights off, thank God

    Uh, uh, and what I never knew (yeah, yeah)
    I'd rather be inside my head than you (yeah, yeah)
    How many times? Well I couldn't count (uh, uh, uh)
    'Cause it gets so deep and it goes so deep, I'm never pulling out

    Nyc, on a red eye free
    'Cause they wanna take this and that
    Llc, for the next lp
    And I'm never gonna give it back
    Sleep-deprived on my return flight
    Fixated 'bout my hold on you
    I don't usually care for the doom in the air
    But it's feeling kinda overdue, yeah

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    My favorite poem's what I couldn't say to you
    A joke that wasn't funny 'cause it's true
    Flashbacks are a touch more resolute
    So forgive me for the hesitant 'solute

    Huh, take it, take it all down, take me all apart
    You can have my tongue if you take it à la carte
    Take it all, just don't take it all to heart
    Thank God we turned the lights off, thank God

    Uh, and what I never knew
    I'd rather be inside my head than you
    How many times? I couldn't count
    'Cause it gets so deep, I go so deep, I'm never pulling out

    Took you south, guess I got my jaw agape
    Now I'm a cotton mouth, why do I feel so unsafe?
    What am I worried 'bout? Got sedated sipping 80 proof
    Skip the winter season like it's pay-per-view
    It ain't you
    I'm just caught up in my own shit, licking wounds
    I know it isn't state of the art
    But the plate's à la carte, would you like course two?
    (I don't really think I'm perfect) and what I never knew
    (I don't really think I'm—, I don't really think I'm perfect)
    Could— could I be inside my head with you?
    Freaked out tryna fuck you right
    I know you never grade looks, still feel like a five
    But you said if we make love and I start to cry that
    I can let it all out, shouldn't rationalize but goddamn
    Do I deserve that you can't hear me now?
    It just gets so deep, and it goes so deep now that I'm peering down

    My favorite poem was the one I read to you
    On the tongue of my shoe
    Flashbacks are a touch more resolute
    So forgive me, so please forgive me, ah
    Take me all apart
    You can have my tongue if you take it à la carte
    Take it all, just don't take it all to heart

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    Composición: Quadeca y Brakence

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