Labor Of

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Contour] Mirror mirror on the wall Steam will always keep you fogged right? It's the heat of the summer night Never letting up, just the way you like Well I'm on the way Between the places that I've never been And the ones I'll never go again Haven't said a word for many miles Filled my pockets 'fore I left Like corsages on prom day We were never much for the photo op But the last dance won't be too late It's likе the lights dance with us too until the song еnds So when the words don't fit quite right We'll write our own in [Chorus: Contour] And will the labor of love save us Or will the current of hearts take us? Is the look in my eyes dangerous Or do the years dress up and play magician Revealing lions in cages? And will the labor of love save us Or will the current of hearts take us? Is the look in my eyes dangerous Or do the years dress up and play magician Revealing lions in cages? [Verse 2: Blue November] You don't belong to me Let go of obligation Studied the observations Emotional and impatient Like lions inside of cages Mayans predicted Satan I'm tryna predict a future I'm rumored to be a looper My confidence never neutered My eyes are never here My eyes were never here Feel my palms sweat, your touch ID'ing me We backed to a wall, as we reveal what's for real Like broken leaves in the fall A point dex and I'm vexed, like Michael C. Hall When I'm around you, frozen limbs, yeah I'm hoping they thaw The labor of love that often had us naked and stuck Baked in a rut, climbing out this hole is a must I ain't tryna fuck, I'm following the labor of trust But it's hard to see we cut up by the saber of lust so Heart made of metal had to give it some muscle Geneva for the freedom when I'm cut from the hustle From dusk to dawn I'm raunchy as fuck, nauseous Aunty was so onto me, now it's bad can you honor me? Curling iron, admiring, chopping raw with a blade Saw myself in reflections but never mentioned my name naw Disgusted by the fact, your intentions weren't intact When I'm honest, you attack To be honest, a n**** tired To be honest, my promise, need a woman That gon' ride, not for fame, not for lies Your love cropped circles where's the origin at? From above I see nothing but empty mazes that lack A little warmth, from 4th to the 17th From age 4 I was innocent until 17 I got 4 in rotation until the 17th At 24 a n**** polished in every way you can fathom Wishes I never had them, worked for everything I got Turned new leafs in a blind spot Labor of love had me Stuck [Chorus: Contour] And will the labor of love save us Or will the current of hearts take us? Is the look in my eyes dangerous Or do the years dress up and play magician Revealing lions in cages? And will the labor of love save us Or will the current of hearts take us? Is the look in my eyes dangerous Or do the years dress up and play magician Revealing lions in cages?