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lyrics
I’m like Chance from Pakistan and all this rap’s just happenstance
my girl, what do you think’s the plan, oh, Mary, what do you think’s the
She put me on her finsta, walking with her mister, she put me on her rinsta
errybody on spotify acting like they a spinster,
oh, Hana, Ruhi, Mary what do you think’s the, what do you think’s the
Are we going out tonight for Js and coffee,
or we meeting at the ‘bucks to read some tragedy
Are we chilling by the sofas, bitching, watching grey’s
while « Lukii » walks in, got a jawline for days
See all of us were addicted but none of us would admit it
And I think Lukas still built his machines
We would take extra minutes walking or several meals stalking
As I read poems from my cracked iPhone screen
Smoking spliffs in the sculpture garden and Tom’s wordy violence
Yelling out profanities to end any silence
But she’d agree to dance even if it was unplanned And my mother does not know who I am
Sometimes I spill a drink, I can spill it all over you
I wonder how my mother’s marble looks in red wine hues
this city’s burning, punching our hearts black and blue
Sometimes I love too much, i can love all over you
Either none of us were sad or all of us were dying,
the first few months, at least, all of us were trying
And the cold came early, rotting lies into the ugly
and lipsticks came off on the grades we pasted on the wall
and the walls, and the walls, and the walls caved in
her paint was scratchin’ over, my posters givin’ in
we stopped locking our doors, trample up the siide
my suitemate hates noises, let’s stay a while
don’t, don’t, don’t mimic their silence, let’s rest up in the music room playin violins
the stationary here is so bad,
the ink impales but my papers were rad
my papers were only poetic nonsense, vomit he asked me to revise please
i’m like, bitch shut the fuck up i was on LSD,
listen, repeat, smile and say cheese,
i been introduced to Acid Rap three times this year
i been sitting, smoking, tripping, typing essays in a mania
ain’t no “real, trippy” music, this is acid academia
But she’d agree to dance even if y’all [yale] kicked me out
mother does not know what i’m about
Sometimes I spill a drink, I can spill it all over you
I wonder how my mother’s marble looks in red wine hues
this city’s burning, punching our hearts black and blue
Sometimes I love too much, i can love all over you
Zulfi is a one-boy dynamo. Grown gold in Pakistan, he now records his shiny, substantial alt-pop in a basement studio at
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