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It's The Magic

by Lip Critic

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I thought I’d feel free In my Brand new jeans There’s something Wearing me I just can’t Keep carrying I thought that I’d feel free In my Brand new jeans There’s something Wearing me I just can’t Keep carrying I don’t believe A word I said It’s my ambition that wants me dead Of every message Of every text I hear a voice I make it stretch You’ll find me out Find me out You found me out Found me out Find it out Find it out Find it out You found me out You found me out Found me out You’ll find it out You’ll find it out And with his hand in my hand and his voice in my mouth There’s no love in my heart when I’m sitting on the couch Throw the bag in the river so it’s never found now With a face made of rubber I get lost in a crowd It’s the stones in his pockets It’s the smell in the air It’s the double sided mirror It’s the change of her hair It’s the snap of her fingers When she knows you’re right there Make a skeptic a believer Sitting in my arm chair All I want is A token of your gratitude Have you been living in your bunker man I know you’ve got a prepper attitude I told them take their grace And send it where it came Only the generous get to live another day What is there to try There is only to do So open up your pockets and show me a thing or two All I want is Heavenly touch of the sun's rays You fill me up like an ocean plastic I convert your dreams into things Tangible fantastic I told them change their ways Or risk the end of days For earth is the only bed in which a man can lay What is there to consider What options left to weigh So open your accounts and get on his good side today (My son and the mailman have been trying to kill me for months and you know what the police did? Nothing! they did nothing! You people are gonna see the true colors of this man) Find me out You find me out Find me out You find me out All I want is A picture from your uncles party I see beneath all its shape and color He’s got a tattoo of a poppy! I tell him here’s your chance To take it all away The effects of my magic will depend on what you pay If his grass is greener I can turn it black today I’m the crow voice repeating every god damn thing you say It’s the magic The magic It’s the magic The magic It’s the stones in his pockets It’s the look on his face He looks just like my brother But he’s in the wrong place And he won’t tell me the truth No matter how much I beg With the head of a man And the body of a snake You’ll find me out Find me out You find me out Found me out You’ll find it out You’ll find it out Find it out You found me out You found me out You found me out You’ll find it out You’ll find it out You’ll find me out

about

I thought I’d feel free
In my
Brand new jeans
There’s something
Wearing me
I just can’t
Keep carrying
I thought that
I’d feel free
In my
Brand new jeans
There’s something
Wearing me
I just can’t
Keep carrying

I don’t believe
A word I said
It’s my ambition
that wants me dead
Of every message
Of every text
I hear a voice
I make it stretch

You’ll find me out
Find me out
You found me out
Found me out
Find it out
Find it out
Find it out
You found me out
You found me out
Found me out
You’ll find it out
You’ll find it out

And with his hand in my hand and his voice in my mouth
There’s no love in my heart when I’m sitting on the couch
Throw the bag in the river so it’s never found now
With a face made of rubber I get lost in a crowd
It’s the stones in his pockets
It’s the smell in the air
It’s the double sided mirror
It’s the change of her hair
It’s the snap of her fingers
When she knows you’re right there
Make a skeptic a believer
Sitting in my arm chair

All I want is
A token of your gratitude
Have you been living in your bunker man
I know you’ve got a prepper attitude

I told them take their grace
And send it where it came
Only the generous get to live another day
What is there to try
There is only to do
So open up your pockets and show me a thing or two

All I want is
Heavenly touch of the sun's rays
You fill me up like an ocean plastic
I convert your dreams into things
Tangible fantastic

I told them change their ways
Or risk the end of days
For earth is the only bed in which a man can lay
What is there to consider
What options left to weigh
So open your accounts and get on his good side today

(My son and the mailman have been trying to kill me for months and you know what the police did? Nothing! they did nothing! You people are gonna see the true colors of this man)

Find me out
You find me out
Find me out
You find me out

All I want is
A picture from your uncles party
I see beneath all its shape and color
He’s got a tattoo of a poppy!

I tell him here’s your chance
To take it all away
The effects of my magic will depend on what you pay
If his grass is greener I can turn it black today
I’m the crow voice repeating every god damn thing you say

It’s the magic
The magic
It’s the magic
The magic

It’s the stones in his pockets
It’s the look on his face
He looks just like my brother
But he’s in the wrong place
And he won’t tell me the truth
No matter how much I beg
With the head of a man
And the body of a snake

You’ll find me out
Find me out
You find me out
Found me out
You’ll find it out
You’ll find it out
Find it out
You found me out
You found me out
You found me out
You’ll find it out
You’ll find it out
You’ll find me out

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released October 23, 2023

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