Flynn Johnson - THE GREEN BOX w/ dib (Visulaizer)

Описание: Track 11 taken from Flynn Johnson's debut album 'THE GREEN BOX THEORY'

Written by : Flynn Johnson
Performed by : Flynn Johnson & dib
Produced by : ROC

Listen here : https://open.spotify.com/album/6VhoUL...

Buy it on Vinyl here : www.thegreenboxtheory.com

I wrote this poem in a bed where the roses lay
And blow my nose In the reflection of an oval frame
Tears cold on me bones, ma said “don’t get soaked today”
Don’t get soaked today
Don’t get..
If I live in a glass house heaven must be a stone throw away
I’ll launch this rock, you let me know if a small window of hope will break
If time is all that’s robbed, I’d swap this Casio so “the late”
As a quoted phrase
Isn’t spoken before your name
Heads and volleys metaphorically controlled my faith
‘Cause if I drop the ball, you know who it’s on to make the goal look safe
You can count the points you keep but loyalty has no trophy case
Has no trophy case
It has no..
I haven’t washed in weeks, the aroma of B.O’s a shame,
I used all of my deodorant as paint on the oak that my folks had made
The door of my wardrobe has a mosaic of an 0 and 8
That’s for the year and our losses in this woeful game
Second hand school books where R.I.P’s are drawn
‘Cause the cheques planned the funerals and we got cheaper knowledge
Money’s the root of all evil but I naively thought
That’s what they meant with death comes in trees ‘til I seen the cost of grieving
Would you believe me, dawg?
If I told you now K Swiss is tacky
Would you believe me, dawg?
If I told Mountview won the triple handy
I wouldn’t believe you, dawg
If I told you we’re still like a vigilante
On this little patch of grass, we built a castle
At the green box


To the kings that reach the top
Nothing completes, Lord
When I’m up there I’ll meet you’s all
At the green box
At the green box
The heartbreak the streets got
Real ones that we've lost
When I’m up there I’ll meet you’s all
At the green box
At the green box
I can hear the angels cry
I’mma see your face tonight
At the green box
At the green box


I wrote this poem in a bed where the roses lay
And blow my nose In the reflection of an oval frame
Tears cold on me bones, ma said “don’t get soaked today”
Don’t get soaked today
Don’t get soaked today
Let me out to breathe ‘cause I’m vulnerable to a closing wave
Go gently down the stream? I wanna row, row this boat to pain
If time is all that’s robbed, I must’ve been stroked ‘cause the omens stay
The o mins stay…
When Samhain’s among us, Repo your gates if they’re not closed and place them
On a mountain of wood, the centre pole is blazing for the whole estate
We found comfort in a sofa taken from a total stranger
‘Cause one man’s going to waste is another’s only aid
Your ceremony’s where my confo was made
By mistake, a phone played, it echoed his holy abode of saints
So If there’s higher power, why are all of our ringtones the same?
Tell me why the fuck all of our ringtones are the same..
They rave about prayer, it’s just a greedy pawn
But we’re in heaven when that DJ Sammy remix drops
That’s why we dance around religion until our feet are sore
‘Cause we only think our savior is pure when I’m a dreamers on
Would you believe me, dawg?
If I told you I learned to a peddler
Would you believe me, dawg?
If I told you they still persecute our elders
I can’t believe they painted over our circle to improve the sector
But that signature you drew is forever
At the green box


To the kings that reach the top
Nothing completes, Lord
When I’m up there I’ll meet you’s all
At the green box
At the green box
The heartbreak the streets got
Real ones that we've lost
When I’m up there I’ll meet you’s all
At the green box
At the green box
I can hear the angels cry
I’mma see your face tonight
At the green box
At the green box
I can hear the angels cry
I’mma see your face tonight
At the green box
At the green box