Harmony in a Glass Songtext

von Bishop Nehru

Make this shit sound a little raw

Not a day passes that the glass doesn't spill
Because my happiness and sadness interact before the thrill
I'm a magnet to distractions and haphazard fill
Then a hazardous feel, feeling panic but still
The manic man's mechanic's been ended and killed
Like they slipped him a pill of Ritalin[?]
But the real ordeal
That will seal the notion was Now concerting with the [?]
Cos I'm who they heard of, an alien to earth
Like I'm the Silver Surfer, plus In a burner, made them all a little bit sterner
But I never rush the slow learner
Just plant the seeds so they see and grow further
The glass [?]
Still I'm blue, looking Grover
Cos some years went over
And my dearest still ain't steering over
So I'm hoping for a clover
To help me win it over

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Life moves fast when you're rapped or a task
And it's cries and it's laughs in this harmony glass
It spills and refills and they all seem to clash
This future is past in this harmony glass

A quarter to my cup runneth over
Still I'm sober
So I take it back to half with some jazz bossanova
The floor is my composure before the spills cross
And expose the loner who's All about that dough, no Homer
And I'm no condoner, just don't erupt your doper
Blowing [?], so the aroma's in the [?] stuck show with
No fucks, I just stroll with the funk
Plus a bit of punk, and crunk, soul and bumping trunk
But the junk got them drunk
So my glass adds up
Had enough of the bad luck
But corresponding to a [?] didn't have a chuck
Cos I go for goals like hockey pucks
And they plotting to stop but could not conduct
I've got a glass that's filled
But I will clean it up
In the next refill, I'm gonna fill to the x5