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Clipping – Say the Name Lyrics

Say the Name By Clipping

Candlesticks in the dark
Visions of bodies being burned

The hook gon be
What it is the hands off
The retribution for what you took from the man got
Blood on the rust
God bless the red
Earth the dead man
Walks the tongue bridge abridged
The time space
The boot the concrete
The project undone they jukin
Made you look
You can’t see it the mob built the walls the streets it bleeds sweet
The syrup the bees love it
The coming on a swarm and they raining on your college ass disco
Get your
Collar turnt up in your freshest attire
Get your bitch womb ready cause this baby gon be fire
This not a dream it’s a memory
Mammary glands heavy
And the sky blacked out already
Stop screaming
The flames ain’t shit to a demon
Say the name

Candlesticks in the dark
Visions of bodies being burned

The hook gon be
The last thing she remember
The fast lane in December
Often drift when she drive
College girl looking for the love
Learned about in a book but she always kept the gloves on
So when the skin touch
Shit head rush
Red blush lipstick she just crush a lot
But every Pun pales in comparison
A joke to a jester she inundated with dick
Thick
And becoming conservative in her fucking
And nervous that she would rush in
But murder wasn’t discussed
And the further she learned to trust him
The merger of love and lust
And she serving it all up just ’cause he hold her when he would bust until
9 months later with a stomach full of devil baby
She start to think it’s time to pump the breaks
But that train left the station with the Great Migration
Bloody tracks left right by the drain
Say the name

Candlesticks in the dark
Visions of bodies being burned

The hook gon be the coldest pimp slap
Coat rack for man skin
Let it air dry
Swiss cheesed a brother already half dead
Brain leaking out a hole in his forehead
Lobotomies like pills
Get em for cheap
The party line crack kills
They trying to se
But this one more a hair line fracture
Leave the face painted
A mask for the hereafter
After the smoke clears and the highs come down
And the halogen hallucinations don’t make a sound
Just a bunch of scared junkies not making the call
And a Guernica in blood on the wall
Say the name

Candlesticks in the dark
Visions of bodies being burned