Malachite

[Verse 1]
Translate me
Please translate me
See what my ears hear, hear what my mouth taste
Vacate vacancy
8 years of make believe
Sweet scents from these maple trees
Go dumb in the chateaux
There's a fissure in plateau
Go figure
On the same plains where my diaspora started hating me
Picture the weirdo, way long
Fiction like who drew
Awaken my geass
Flora on the team, last one pickin' daisies
Might as well be me
Solace in the chaos
All my idols been babies
In-staters, rescue childminded from the kin takers
White vans to match these white dans
Poems that I might add
Evermore, nevermore, let the tea kettle boil
Got some milk thistle for my core
I don't even see no more
Sometimes I speak when I'm bored
Budding crow to a raven
I don't dread much I'm entangled
Tap my feet, when I'm dancing with angels
And we do the samba... just learned how to round-off
Beating anhedonia

[Hook]
I GOT A SONG FROM
STRAIGHT OUT THE OCEAN
RIGHT NEXT TO WHIRLPOOLS
CINNABAR ISLAND (Yeah)
I LET IT WASH ME
I LIKE TO PAINT IT
I GOT MY GOUACHES
I AM NO MONSTER
I am no monster
I am
((MALACHITE))

[Verse 2]
Let me be more blunt
Last 48 months
Every summer
I'm swept under
Where do I go
Where did I go
If you missed me twice you can miss me once
Sharpshooter eye at the curve of the bow, treat like a good fight, I raise arms at opponents
Without arms who shooting, I got the A to the V who gonna add the components
Live in the awe of the moment...
Not in the law of omens...
You can shatter glass
Break backs
Black cats and I'll still make sanctuary of palm trees and ground water
Who let the pretty green gem turn black
Who light don't shine no more
Who light upset again
Which gem obsidian
I let my iris glisten til my tears turn holy
Well between conts don't come back for me
I'm where I belong
At least I like to think so...

[Hook]
I GOT A SONG FROM
STRAIGHT OUT THE OCEAN
RIGHT NEXT TO WHIRLPOOLS
CINNABAR ISLAND (Yeah)
I LET IT WASH ME
I LIKE TO PAINT IT
I GOT MY GOUACHES
I AM NO MONSTER
I am no monster
I am
((MALACHITE))