Heavy In My Chest (ft SystemInfinite)

from Wipe Your Feet At The Door by Nuwanda

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The sun soaked sidewalk reminds me of when we would pop rocks and drink coke to chase shots spiced rum got me walking the crooked line my crooked pencil writes the words that make my lyrics so absurd finally used that line I remember when I wrote it, I remember how you laughed when I spoke it, I remember when I still had the focus when I had the magic dynamite, boom hocus pocus but now the wand's broken, and I'm toking, now not a single thought goes unspoken and this potion is potent the ocean's overflowing there's cracks in that sidewalk but its still glowing the sun light's up the sky there'll always come another day, you don't need to follow guides there's always another way, and though these thoughts get recycled each and everyday I'll always find another way to say them.

The bass and the smoke hit heavy in my chest, the notes and the tokes try to tell me to rest, but I'm busy eating rappers while they take another hit, get lit let's spit and exhale the bullshit

Spit sticks together feel the friction free the fire, lit spliffs inspire fiction when the truth retires, honesty is easy-peasy lemon squeezy sire, so let me make it a challenge, let me get a little higher, that was nice that was fucking necessary like rolling bones right behind the cemetery and I blow smoke above the homes of decomposed I believe in cremation so I put Mary Jane in bowls and when I die, i don't need a fancy service, in case you haven't heard it; you can take my corpse and burn it, just start a giant fire my brothers will light spliffs from my sin cleansing pyre. Take my ashes scatter them above the red sea I'll be carried into the distance by the breeze be converted to oxygen by all the trees I'm just another one of Vast Aire's departed emcees

The bass and the smoke hit heavy in my chest, the notes and the tokes try to tell me to rest, but I'm busy eating rappers while they take another hit, get lit let's spit and exhale the bullshit

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from Wipe Your Feet At The Door, released July 19, 2013

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Nuwanda Boston, Massachusetts

Bass player/Rapper out of Arlington, in the greater Boston area. Independent LP drops on July 19th. Wipe Your Feet At The Door. Influences for the record range from Watsky to Sublime to Twenty One Pilots.

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