[Pre-Chorus: klovyn]
Run on the golden hour
Watch you fold like molten flowers
Like a coward
Don’t like a sweet tooth you too sour
[Verse 1: klovyn]
If I’m being Frank I’m biking down slow-mo
Twenty miles
Can’t feel this asphalt on the street
Cracking concrete
It’s my eyes fault
On default if I blink beyond
I’d rather see me drinking crayons than a crate of fifth
I’m like a blacksmith forging up some new shit
Bitter like some granny smiths
This is it
[Chorus: klovyn]
Supernova swirling in
Knock you over, bowling pins
Reaping up the dividends
And bid adieu to who I am
[Verse 2: bandanabloom]
Pay no mind to all the classes that I’ve had enough of (Yup)
I’ve stuck inside my bag, when I say bag it’s duffle (When I say bag it’s duffle)
Burlap sack at my feet
I’m attacking thе beat
Like stew cooks (Bitch)
Buckеt hat on my head
They’re fuckin with the new look heavy (Yup) as some school books
I’m feeling like I’m the shit (What?)
The pressure is brand new
I’m tryna get through it
I’m tryna get clued in (Yup)
To how I can act right
Tying loose ends
Reach for the stars and I grab tight (And I grab t- nah)
[Pre-Chorus: klovyn]
Run on the golden hour
Watch you fold like molten flowers
Like a coward
Don’t like a sweet tooth you too sour
[Chorus: klovyn]
Supernova swirling in
Knock you over, bowling pins
Reaping up the dividends
And bid adieu to who I am
[Verse 3: klovyn]
Grab the fucking jury
Cause I’m ‘bout to get this case thrown out
How you testify that I misplaced my route?
Or that I’m shrouded in doubt?
Or feel like a sellout?
Cause only time will tell
So what do you want from me now?
[Pre-Chorus: klovyn]
Run on the golden hour
Watch you fold like molten flowers
Like a coward
Don’t like a sweet tooth you too so-
Run on the golden hour
Watch you fold like molten flowers
Like a coward
Don’t like a sweet tooth you too sour
[Chorus: klovyn]
Supernova swirling in
Knock you over, bowling pins
Reaping up the dividends
And bid adieu to who I am
[Outro: klovyn]
On some nights I feel like this
When my conscience leaves my head
And I don’t know what to think
But can I go and read you this
Run on the golden hour
Watch you fold like molten flowers
Like a coward
Don’t like a sweet tooth you too sour
[Verse 1: klovyn]
If I’m being Frank I’m biking down slow-mo
Twenty miles
Can’t feel this asphalt on the street
Cracking concrete
It’s my eyes fault
On default if I blink beyond
I’d rather see me drinking crayons than a crate of fifth
I’m like a blacksmith forging up some new shit
Bitter like some granny smiths
This is it
[Chorus: klovyn]
Supernova swirling in
Knock you over, bowling pins
Reaping up the dividends
And bid adieu to who I am
[Verse 2: bandanabloom]
Pay no mind to all the classes that I’ve had enough of (Yup)
I’ve stuck inside my bag, when I say bag it’s duffle (When I say bag it’s duffle)
Burlap sack at my feet
I’m attacking thе beat
Like stew cooks (Bitch)
Buckеt hat on my head
They’re fuckin with the new look heavy (Yup) as some school books
I’m feeling like I’m the shit (What?)
The pressure is brand new
I’m tryna get through it
I’m tryna get clued in (Yup)
To how I can act right
Tying loose ends
Reach for the stars and I grab tight (And I grab t- nah)
[Pre-Chorus: klovyn]
Run on the golden hour
Watch you fold like molten flowers
Like a coward
Don’t like a sweet tooth you too sour
[Chorus: klovyn]
Supernova swirling in
Knock you over, bowling pins
Reaping up the dividends
And bid adieu to who I am
[Verse 3: klovyn]
Grab the fucking jury
Cause I’m ‘bout to get this case thrown out
How you testify that I misplaced my route?
Or that I’m shrouded in doubt?
Or feel like a sellout?
Cause only time will tell
So what do you want from me now?
[Pre-Chorus: klovyn]
Run on the golden hour
Watch you fold like molten flowers
Like a coward
Don’t like a sweet tooth you too so-
Run on the golden hour
Watch you fold like molten flowers
Like a coward
Don’t like a sweet tooth you too sour
[Chorus: klovyn]
Supernova swirling in
Knock you over, bowling pins
Reaping up the dividends
And bid adieu to who I am
[Outro: klovyn]
On some nights I feel like this
When my conscience leaves my head
And I don’t know what to think
But can I go and read you this
( Klovyn )
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