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Interlude B Video (MV)




Performed By: Young Mvchetes
Length: 3:53
Written by: Bryan Kincade, Kody Stadler




Young Mvchetes - Interlude B Lyrics




"The slumber with a key," said Salvador Dali
Challenges we must confront

So where am I exactly?
Lost within the block of a parking lot
Sitting, furiously typing
All the words I have to say
But they're coming out like shards of glass
I'd put the metal straight through my temple
If it meant my thoughts would blast
To a page or a phone screen, or the mind of a young teen
Hell, I'd even accept the moment that my thoughts were known to me
Before the matter splattered and scattered
So the world will never know that Bryan's a little looney
And he longed for the days below
Where am I exactly?
Lost within fragments of thought which continue to haunt me
The ghosts of future, present, past pack the room so f*cking tightly
And I can't breathe - I think I'm dying
And shit, I f*cking might be, and that's the way they look at me
As if I'm dreaming, with their eyes beaming
Red like the recorder is streaming
Right into the homes of the privileged
F*ck it, at least now my life holds a little something of salvage
But I just can't take it no more
Something so simple just out of reach
Distancing the way I think
'Cause I'm indefinitely stuck between the difference of R-I-P
Trust in peace; restless sleep
I'll get it when I'm ready to D-I-E
So F-Y-I, I'm past the lines and past the lies
Am I after a passionate life? Do I always need to ask the skies?
Get older, and you realize that Jesus Christ can only be so nice
While you strive through the grief and grime
I stifle the reader's eyes
A rifle to greet your mind; give into the cretin rhymes
Pleading to end our lives; bleeding to save our lives
Preaching to save your time; toting the tears and knives
Take me back to the SLICE 'N DICE

So who am I?
You have to try to read between the f*cking lines
I bluff the swine; dap up, and mask up
'Cause they'll never f*cking track us
We're just a couple bastards trying to chase after us
Speed beyond a velociraptor
But hide behind the mic and remain voice actors
I figured if I'm gonna burn in hell
I'd do it on my own terms
So then, what the f*ck am I searching for?

JUST TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK I'M SEARCHING FOR
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"The slumber with a key," said Salvador Dali
Challenges we must confront

So where am I exactly?
Lost within the block of a parking lot
Sitting, furiously typing
All the words I have to say
But they're coming out like shards of glass
I'd put the metal straight through my temple
If it meant my thoughts would blast
To a page or a phone screen, or the mind of a young teen
Hell, I'd even accept the moment that my thoughts were known to me
Before the matter splattered and scattered
So the world will never know that Bryan's a little looney
And he longed for the days below
Where am I exactly?
Lost within fragments of thought which continue to haunt me
The ghosts of future, present, past pack the room so f*cking tightly
And I can't breathe - I think I'm dying
And shit, I f*cking might be, and that's the way they look at me
As if I'm dreaming, with their eyes beaming
Red like the recorder is streaming
Right into the homes of the privileged
F*ck it, at least now my life holds a little something of salvage
But I just can't take it no more
Something so simple just out of reach
Distancing the way I think
'Cause I'm indefinitely stuck between the difference of R-I-P
Trust in peace; restless sleep
I'll get it when I'm ready to D-I-E
So F-Y-I, I'm past the lines and past the lies
Am I after a passionate life? Do I always need to ask the skies?
Get older, and you realize that Jesus Christ can only be so nice
While you strive through the grief and grime
I stifle the reader's eyes
A rifle to greet your mind; give into the cretin rhymes
Pleading to end our lives; bleeding to save our lives
Preaching to save your time; toting the tears and knives
Take me back to the SLICE 'N DICE

So who am I?
You have to try to read between the f*cking lines
I bluff the swine; dap up, and mask up
'Cause they'll never f*cking track us
We're just a couple bastards trying to chase after us
Speed beyond a velociraptor
But hide behind the mic and remain voice actors
I figured if I'm gonna burn in hell
I'd do it on my own terms
So then, what the f*ck am I searching for?

JUST TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK I'M SEARCHING FOR
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Writer: Bryan Kincade, Kody Stadler
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