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• Artiste: Qwel & Maker
• Titre: Ruby Ragdollene
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Please doctors don't worry, not that Ruby liked to be burned She truly was the dreamer, mommy's secret singer Would just rarely let a lover beat her Lest she had it coming Well, once or threece maybe, that's it But who's something Daddy used to hum it with a smile on But never with the lights on, long nights just numbin Slutty perfume, and ruined pork roast, soaked wardrobe Scars Ruby grew up with bubble gum cheeks runnin Streets Sweet child, steep summit Plummet, pink tile and all (Tylenol) a weak stomach The driest eyeball, waterfall calm, dream caught, night crawlin, subtle "aw nothing" The humming birds sang they saw nothing But soft rain hanging from the plumbing Flooding from her grimace Image hiding in this furnace Soul soakin in the summer like it's breaking in her sunburn Monsters in her road home, she knows them by their number Her daughter named her mother, she was weeping drunken tangos Sunken under vanity table, in shrunken angles Rusty angels fuckin with my day dream, the chuckling stain sings The drain chokes, the day goes on But not a day goes by That she don't sing those songs So the day you fly is the day I died Today I die Dear weeping Ruby, tears streaking cheek bones He moans, he remembers everything, singin three feet of sea foam It's getting deeper Ruby, we failed you as your brothers Your genesis was a whisper But exodus like thunder And ever since the summer I died I've been under high tide I can't take it no more This pain wading my time I'm weighing me down, dear Ruby Would you mind if I hang around Dear truly Would you mind if I stayed and drowned Red Ruby Would you hate it if I painted out loud Dear truly Pain staking His palms He can make it along But can't make it alone There's strangers playin your song Can't wait for that long, in Yah's cradling arms The Creator of all, imperfect Ruby