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accidents (purpose) - quinton crawford lyrics

looking out my window
thinking ’bout my next score
this is just the lesson
taught in the backwoods
not talking ’bout tobacco
motherf*ck your vehicle
talking like you seen the world
but really we’re all idiots

the highs and low of this criminal pursuit
recruits of a world
burning in a void
flipped a thousand hits
just to show you more
hopefully this record
is really what will matter
and maybe that’s tomorrow
maybe life’s a cycle
and when we raise ell
heaven opens up from our own work
of course i know more than i let on
but maybe if you listen you’ll get it
but this is for days when
life would seem hopeless
something still told me
just to keep going
i hope that this world
will feel what we go through
drug dealers anonymous
our problem started like a dollar bill
or apologies
but i write the hieroglyphs
take a breath
take a chance
what’s this life
anyway
baby doll
i’m still not here
adios, i hear the call
and become the wind
let me disappear
just once again

up beside the sunrise
haven’t slept since last night
thinking how this life is
a cycle filled with dreaming
maybe that’s my demon
maybe it’s my future
what’s the world you fear still?
life is in an eggsh*ll
the yolk might have an answer
even when in babylon
chase my flaws and talk to god
hopefully she listening
be a man and chase this sh*t
grab her when the time is right
close your eyes and lay me down
do what you’ve been asking for
this love is just a chemical
but really what is anything
yesterday the same as this
grab a blunt and think of ways
to light the flame in front of me
fronto leaf and headache pills
daffodils and cannabis
molly flower, pupils swell
write it quick and find tomorrow
yeah
write it quick and find tomorrow

take a breath
take a chance
what’s this life
anyway?
baby doll
i’m still not here
adios i hear the call
and become the wind
let me disappear
just once again

sold my soul in this cycle
world spinning in a sequence
walking down a tightrope
i’m talking to my demons
i wonder what’s an angel
when you play it by the angles
refraction of a light source
digital age will exist on burning paper
exhale the details and restore
a phoenix or jesus, i’m dreaming
that this is parallel to spirit
really
what am i? and if i fail at all these songs
what’s my life?
a wasted breath
a wasted try
tomorrow’s gone if i give it up
no metaphor this life has gone
mama, i did some wrongs
chased my flaws
and saw it all
i’m confused as f*ck
when the whirldwinds gone
i chase the storm
cause the eye is lucid
i need to know still
liquid lucy in my spinal cord
senses tingle when i feel the world
pineal i sense your worries
meditate and hope to prevail
your my brother and you need to know that
those pills would hold you slow and useless
no apologies
for my purpose
that girl was evil
i know you see still
hope you find here
jewels inside you
kaleidoscopic
singing opera, still it’s karma
sunrise shining
kamikaze
autopilot
i saw god as every atom
every cell and i’m still laughing
chasing bliss to make life happen
f*ck the world it’s all immaculate
i know the math and wrote the calculus
staring at the ceiling i’m dreaming like an idiot
insomnia paranoid
delusions of my failures are really
just my arrogance
carelessness and temper tantrums
angled like a pill of advil
down the throat of the starving masses
migraines and kidney damage
alcohol instead of bandages
burn the atom
we’re all bacteria
cells split, it’s all mysterious
appearance
like needle drops
vibrations stop
the pulse of time
intercourse
with a soul divide
i’m hopeless now
the polar opposite
of god’s solar child
nirvana knocking to unplug myself
my word play is world play
shift the earth in cursive

- quinton crawford lyrics

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