Tulip

[Spoken]
A Queen Musical and something wrong
We were supposed to last night, but we were spending so much time with our family-
Wuaaahhh!
Aaaaahhhh!
Wuaahhhahaha!

[Verse 1: bandanabloom]
Uh, where to take all this pain to give it some usage?
When the choir sing the blues is you finding that shit amusing?
The fist he using to punch holding baggage it’s nothing new
And an iron grip on the things he stay passive enough to do
Leaning on absurdity for that moment of truth
Cat was playing the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon
Made his way up the mountain every path dividing in two
How the madness shoving whatеver you had in sight out of of view, uh
I can’t recall a thing bеfore about a year ago
Seeing double never been good for handling fear alone
With them ever-changing surroundings
Could you bob and weave the shit that takes attention from the here and now?
In the mirror staring at my hair I’m close to tearin' out
I ain’t the one you think you care about
Who makes you happy
Avoidance turned to a habit
Putting the hours in
The matters in the hands that don’t do much but take allowances
Manning up’s a different beast when you ain’t never have had to be one
Forgetting how to walk from all the time you had your feet up
Waiting on a call to adventure
That shit ain’t coming
And maybe that breaks your heart or it’s something you never wanted
Always following the bunnies for a ticket outta town
Headed anywhere, clock hand spinning round and round
Backwards and sideways, where dark goes and light stays
Down long roads and potholes, along coves and dry plains
Floating through the colors picking petals off of roses, does he love me still?
And what’s woven in the folds of my brain
Sweating bullets like I’m choking on an open-mic stage
Just hoping he here for more than just an overnight stay
Hit a full sprint through the thick of it ended up like a world out
Could use the exercise for when hopping them fucking pearly gates
Ain’t so good with words, return to a nonverbal state
Took a bit for it to occur but it’s my turn to change

[Verse 2: EB]
I need change 'cause I’m not satisfied, so I get high
Tryna kill the time 'cause my line be dry
I wonder if my ma' could see the lies when I’m say I’m fine
You could see it in my eyes, tears pouring from the sky
I’m told my path is so divine
Emmanuel, the name, chronically mine
With an overactive mind
Creating stories waiting for replies
But niggas gonna ghost you 'til you die
So I had to make my own path
Vulnerable to my own past
Desperate, someone watch my act
Desperate, someone love me back
I never got that, had to validate my own ass
I used to hate myself so bad
Outcast in my own class, ain’t no three stacks
But now I see loopholes in the cracks
From being outside in the hash, pass that
Now, I got these niggas reading lyrics like they hymns up in the spirit
Passionate with all my feelings, kid
I cannot bullshit when I spit
Committed to the truth on my own life trip, uh
Telling stories for those that cannot talk
All the pain that you hold up in them thoughts
And all I do is walk around the block
Tryna break my box
And make a new arc, nigga

[Outro: EB & bandanabloom]
That’s EB and bandanabloom on this project called.. uhh.. Max.. what’s this project called again?
Whatever Makes You Happy
Yeah! Yeah, yeah that
Umm.. thank you, thank you for this
Of course bro, of course
I had fun, I enjoyed myself
I am so glad
Expressing that trauma one day at a time
Yep
What the fuck.. hahahahahahaha