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Comatose

from Bones by Brom

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Clean grip, choice is cheap
No wit, disbelief
They slip call it sleep
I was always the black sheep
With that one, two, three
Yeah, they're counting without me

Predictable trend setter
Here's mine, there's better
He calls it a sharp cheddar
More like a mozzarella cart vendor
No return sender, nowhere the ships out
Leagues at the bottom with the rusty shelf

Don't know where it started, cover the footpath
He used to get car sick, If you ask him he'll just laugh
No dearly departed's, naw he don't need that
Pedal to the carbon a comical relapse

Another species naw kid, to the tarpit, ah shit
Chemical compound relapse boil then bleed black it seems that
We're burning forests, fuck candles at both ends we trample to no end
We break the unbroken, calling to cold kin, hoping they won't win
Watching the world spin back, watch for the fire we splash

Clean grip, choice is cheap
No wit, disbelief
They slip call it sleep
I was always the black sheep
With that one, two, three
Yeah, they're counting without me

Coasting on the coast less, hopeless without cold breath
Big city simple dream, music made keep it clean
Snow sworn northern tree is what they've told me
So I gotta believe

Started where the scars stick
Gets harder as the time ticks
Chartered like the private
A martyr in your mind is keeping track of silence

Held clearly somewhat timeless
A reminder of the vibrant
Cageless like our kind is
Keeping time with lines when
We recite these lies spent

Parted where the cards bend
Outsmarted started fine then
Nostalgia likes to pretend
Pretense prefix held hostage
To the old you, you lost it
Tense tending to tailor made caution
It's caustic, this nonsense made sense but you caught wind
They're calling your conscience

Clean grip, choice is cheap
No wit, disbelief
They slip call it sleep
I was always the black sheep
With that one, two, three
Yeah, they're counting without me

Clean grip, choice is cheap
No wit, disbelief
They slip call it sleep
I was always the black sheep
With that one, two, three
Yeah, they're counting without me

Clean grip, choice is cheap
No wit, disbelief
They slip call it sleep
I was always the black sheep

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from Bones, released July 30, 2016

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Brom Calgary, Alberta

Producer, musician and rapper, Brom, gives his take on hiphop.

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