Lord Green - Confessions (Crimson King) Lyrics

My Lord, the people have spoken
Clearly, intelligent lifeform
So probable
Possible
And hopabble
See me
Hear me
I'm Drogan
When I spit fire know I'm unstoppable
Hear thee
Lock myself in a brass box with the broke shards of a brass key (key)
Synthesise visions of a melody
Programme the drums
Synthesise the damn beat yeah
Clearly
So possible
Probable
Lord Green you doing too much
Saw too much
And I grew too much
Iron of a gun
Red dot on my brush
Cause I drew too much
Damn burdens stacked on my back make me damn hunched
And I knew too much
Talk to God like Moses by the vine of the burning bush
Mother God forgive my sins
On my lips push the burning gin
Mother God forgive my wins
Forgive my loss
Forgive my wins
Mother God
Mother God
After me
After me yeah (yeah)
Calling all those after me
This ain't no tragedy yeah
Spray so much like Sandy Hook (hook)
Age of 25 I wrote a book (T1)
Word on word
Typography
Inking on birds, calligraphy
She wanna bend bed sheets, memories (bird)
Hit your name
Punch in the Os (bird)
Link the pin
Take off your clothes
Balcony some photography
Pornography
Crimson King's aristocracy
She inking out pages Charlamagne
Grip the word
Then we ride the train
Ride the worm like she Chalamet
Take the pain
Sacrifice yourself in the rain
Thats quite the frame
Mother God forgive my sins (yeah)
On my lips push the burning gin (gin)
Mother God forgive my wins (no)
Forgive my loss
Forgive my wins (yeah)
Mother God
Mother God
After me
After me yeah (yo)
Calling all those after me (call)
This ain't no tragedy yeah
Reforge the shards of the Crimson Crown
Take upon your blade and vanquish those who stand against us
They are lost
You must lead
You must lead