Nour Currie - Compromised Lyrics

Work til' the tide rolls
Off on the dead way
Set it all up like your pipe is a trap way
Offer me some some juice in the lit up crap seat
Ridin' out and torn as a cat tries to drive see
It's creepin like a storm, it's robust and fancy
Nothin' like a highlighter filling up blank sheets
Every one of their stories is somewhat unhealthy
Cuz the gas breathin' heathen is workin' in mud

Six, hours
All of the time spent
All, ours
Out on the hot bench
Work on livin', in a pinch
Smoke machine blows in hands of three
Limitations growing in separate frequencies
Automation coolin' in banged up batteries
We all had to learn if things would go down
Every last tooth is starting to fall out

Terrified
They want to see
It has to know
It's entropy
Gentrified
Let it be
Glorified
By hierarchy