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​Pearl City

This song is by P.H. Fat and appears on the album Happiness Machines (2013).

I'll be in crutches with a viking horn;
Mourning what's supposed to be the elements;
Perfect weather or not it's irrelevant;
In a sand gland's scape; a madman's gaze
And a tramp strapped clad with the phantom sways;

Crush fists with these calm whips;
Split with the last good general;
Tests in the desert, get medical attrocious;
Yours is the ocean, yours is the rindstone
Mines in the minds most bolsterous;
We getting closer, toasts for the road;
Smoke dope quotes closed to the ropes of the world;
And I can see the Pearl City unfurl in the wind;
Get nervous and sing.

And the dream gets clearer now Elysium kicks in
With fictional face merchants; victims of fake sin;
Terraform a force before it bolts; my chest melts,
Ingredients; dead shell.

And I can see the Pearl City unfurl in the wind;
Get nervous and sing;

And I can see the Pearl City unfurl in the wind;
Get nervous and sing.
Makin' paper into gold, get paid, fight your way up,
Your days get shorter while you stay up; your days suck,
Fuck sleep, start creepin' deeper, invisible as fuck;
I make the whole game cheaper;
The creatures that I love still crush me;
Eyes closed; fuck lust;
Love is just a lesson catch a heads up;
Step up; your head could roll next soget restless,
Start scratching names off your check list, invest shit,
Turning pain into pages, the faces of creation paint phases;
Your facepaint cracks your face ages,
Laced with pain I taste sleep;
Creature of the night I keep creeping;
Scratching out raps; I'm just pieces;
Love you but you hate me;
Love me back.

Soon I'm just a bad-rap fat slack-backpack fool;
Makin' mad facts flat attack flashes;
Kisses from my razorblade tongue cut slashes.

Written by:

P.H. Fat