Firefights

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Cise Star] Vapor trail sky writer, so live it live wire Illuminate the dark—I spark a new fire Moving slower than exams with colder hands Just a Burning Man in the desert, raising sand Final curtain call—take the stage, then we fall Floyd turning Pink right before he hit "The Wall" I'm just a pessimist masquerading as a law Murphy heard me hurting but still wishing the worst upon Higher intelligence never meant benevolent Give me what you got and I'll decide if you're relevant Put a bird on it. Call it art. I fall apart Straight to the heart muscle—I tussle to get the part [Hook: Cise Star] Cise like firefights, marble to the wood grain Stainless-steel-shine rhymes, power to the hood, mang Cise like firefights, marble to the wood grain Stainless-steel-shine rhymes, power to the hood, mang Oil to the grease beats, contemplated cocaine Sick, sad world bought society some Rolaids Oil to the grease beats, contemplated cocaine Sick, sad world bought society some Rolaids [Verse 2: Cise Star] Rise and shine moment. Culture crime-coated Juicy in the middle—so sick, I spit on it Then going in it to the sweet defeat finish Been putting on protection—don't want to see clinics This is Cise Star Aurelius, the subject and the predicate Alias to aliens, corruption in the data set Auditory alimony—pay it out and keep it hot Music for the matrimony—turn it up until we part Super duper digital, Hi Fi to lyrical So fucking pivotal, change your heart biblical Give me the paper—I will solve it so analytical And break it to the constituent points. Then I get at you Crazy and dangerous, butter knives to idiots "President not American"—shit so ridiculous Crazy and dangerous, butter knives to idiots "President not American"—shit so ridiculous [Hook: Cise Star] Cise like firefights, marble to the wood grain Stainless-steel-shine rhymes, power to the hood, mang Cise like firefights, marble to the wood grain Stainless-steel-shine rhymes, power to the hood, mang Oil to the grease beats, contemplated cocaine Sick, sad world bought society some Rolaids Oil to the grease beats, contemplated cocaine Sick, sad world bought society some Rolaids [Verse 3: Cise Star] I am the scratch and the itch, the pimp and the bitch The welt and the switch, the missile and the blip The cold sore hanging off the cute girl's lip The hole in the ship, Adderall and the fit The bird and the bee, the flower and the weed Your savings account after the overdraft fee The sweat on the hand extended to make plans The boy and the man, the star and the fan Me...