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Flynn Johnson - THE GREEN BOX w/ dib (Visulaizer)

Track 11 taken from Flynn Johnson's debut album 'THE GREEN BOX THEORY' Written by : Flynn Johnson Performed by : Flynn Johnson & dib Produced by : ROC Listen here : https://open.spotify.com/album/6VhoUL... Buy it on Vinyl here : www.thegreenboxtheory.com I wrote this poem in a bed where the roses lay And blow my nose In the reflection of an oval frame Tears cold on me bones, ma said “don’t get soaked today” Don’t get soaked today Don’t get.. If I live in a glass house heaven must be a stone throw away I’ll launch this rock, you let me know if a small window of hope will break If time is all that’s robbed, I’d swap this Casio so “the late” As a quoted phrase Isn’t spoken before your name Heads and volleys metaphorically controlled my faith ‘Cause if I drop the ball, you know who it’s on to make the goal look safe You can count the points you keep but loyalty has no trophy case Has no trophy case It has no.. I haven’t washed in weeks, the aroma of B.O’s a shame, I used all of my deodorant as paint on the oak that my folks had made The door of my wardrobe has a mosaic of an 0 and 8 That’s for the year and our losses in this woeful game Second hand school books where R.I.P’s are drawn ‘Cause the cheques planned the funerals and we got cheaper knowledge Money’s the root of all evil but I naively thought That’s what they meant with death comes in trees ‘til I seen the cost of grieving Would you believe me, dawg? If I told you now K Swiss is tacky Would you believe me, dawg? If I told Mountview won the triple handy I wouldn’t believe you, dawg If I told you we’re still like a vigilante On this little patch of grass, we built a castle At the green box To the kings that reach the top Nothing completes, Lord When I’m up there I’ll meet you’s all At the green box At the green box The heartbreak the streets got Real ones that we've lost When I’m up there I’ll meet you’s all At the green box At the green box I can hear the angels cry I’mma see your face tonight At the green box At the green box I wrote this poem in a bed where the roses lay And blow my nose In the reflection of an oval frame Tears cold on me bones, ma said “don’t get soaked today” Don’t get soaked today Don’t get soaked today Let me out to breathe ‘cause I’m vulnerable to a closing wave Go gently down the stream? I wanna row, row this boat to pain If time is all that’s robbed, I must’ve been stroked ‘cause the omens stay The o mins stay… When Samhain’s among us, Repo your gates if they’re not closed and place them On a mountain of wood, the centre pole is blazing for the whole estate We found comfort in a sofa taken from a total stranger ‘Cause one man’s going to waste is another’s only aid Your ceremony’s where my confo was made By mistake, a phone played, it echoed his holy abode of saints So If there’s higher power, why are all of our ringtones the same? Tell me why the fuck all of our ringtones are the same.. They rave about prayer, it’s just a greedy pawn But we’re in heaven when that DJ Sammy remix drops That’s why we dance around religion until our feet are sore ‘Cause we only think our savior is pure when I’m a dreamers on Would you believe me, dawg? If I told you I learned to a peddler Would you believe me, dawg? If I told you they still persecute our elders I can’t believe they painted over our circle to improve the sector But that signature you drew is forever At the green box To the kings that reach the top Nothing completes, Lord When I’m up there I’ll meet you’s all At the green box At the green box The heartbreak the streets got Real ones that we've lost When I’m up there I’ll meet you’s all At the green box At the green box I can hear the angels cry I’mma see your face tonight At the green box At the green box I can hear the angels cry I’mma see your face tonight At the green box At the green box