Chatoyant(Beauty Bass) - MADE IN HEIGHTS

Well my pony's cold but I don't have the heart

While my homies roll down by the park

Since you said goodbye

Lost in your wake

I don't care

I have been cursed in my blindness

Now I see holding you close

With my tattered sleeves

Thrown by the coast

Make our bodies rise

Bones laid to waste

As we call

I have been cursed with my kindness

In my skirt and my shirt with the sleeves

Sleeves sleeves sleeves

In the dirt all the hurt's gonna unfold fold fold

Relax the denim in my waist

As I pull out of your place

Cool out of your place place

Cobra venom in my face

I I was flying so heavenly

Now I'm stuck in the sky like a revgerie revgerie

It was good it was good it was all I had

It was good wish you could could find me where I'm at

Wondering just what it is

Visions seem to multiply

Used to be so easy

Complicated is my crime

Dangled in velocity

Floating in between the signs

Is this how it's gonna be

Recognizing you were my kind