“This is a song about being stuck, being in that state where no music sounds good, no one is appealing, and no lyrics are coming” -Paskkal the Landlord
Flem coughing Monday morning
Ain’t no joy from Paul or miles and I’m so astounded
Stuck like notes to choral lines I can’t sing from my heart
Wanna freer love and show you that we’ll never part
Glued bones, rhinestones
Leave no pressure diamonds on the ceiling pressure
Hit my phone and tell me that I’m doing fine
As long as I don’t have to see those pearly whites
I can tell you bout the pretty in the countryside
I could show you how to chase a red sunrise
But harmony is just some numbers right
Fix the tune cuz fiskers don't go vroom vroom
Shake your shoulders young boy and feel your youth (stuck)
Stay purer than the tea that you brew
But I just wan’ be carried on a rainy day
I’ve been tired and it’s nothing sleep will do away
Fried chicken good whiskey
Take me to the gates and let them do away with me
Don’t put pity on my soul because I knew better
I just had to take myself off from my own fetters
Rather be like music bouncing through the halls again
And not sink into the carvings on a stone again
I take the metro get to thinking bout our different life
Now I don’t like you or your pearly whites
Pearl White was written by Pascal Lee.
Pearl White was produced by Pascal Lee.