[Hook:]
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Your skin sounds like my favorite vinyl
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You got broken records trapped inside you
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You know I searched this galaxy to find you
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We're in love, we're at war
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Play my song, turn it up, turn it up
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[Verse 1:]
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Yo
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You remind me of a song that I can't seem to skip
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Your skin's the record and the needle is my fingertips
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Recollection, I touch you and I get a glimpse
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Of all the same old songs and repeated skits
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Look, I know that love is always bound to change
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But I promise that my records never sound the same
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And I show you how it changes when you sculpt it
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Show you music, but like way more culture
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There's a world and I can't wait to expose you
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I play you out until everybody knows you
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Till you up, fix the flaws like Melodyne
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But you're forever, now you're music that'll never die
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Yo, it's timeless
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I hear inflections of forever in your high pitch
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Put my face to your chest, hear the bass in your breath
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And baby my whole mind shifts
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[Hook:]
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Your skin sounds like my favorite vinyl
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You got broken records trapped inside you
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You know I searched this galaxy to find you
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We're in love, we're at war
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Play my song, turn it up, turn it up
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Turn it up [6x]
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[Verse 2:]
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You are the songs that I write to my wrongs
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The calm inside of the rioting storm
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Stand here, in the center of divinity
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While I rehearse the role of forever, infinity
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Action - I begin to relish in the moment
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Discarding my reality, imagining components
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Fracturing mentalities, I'm casualty spoken
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If warning comes before destruction, you're the omen
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Yo, and I'm just judging by the sight of you
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I climb your mental mountains til I reach the very height of you
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Visually perceptive, in you I see the most
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I wrote this when I'm spacing, I'm tryna keep us close
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This my deeper part, this my weaker part
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Emotions on blast, turned up my speaker hard
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I can find you, you everything right here now
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Turned around, rewound, I can hear you clear now
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[Bridge:]
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There are so many words, but none explain my love
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No no no no no no no no
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Where the love is lost, but so much to gain my love
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We are houses built on top of pain, my love
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My love, my love
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We are gardens filled with sounds of grey, my love
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And now [?] you're someplace, the words say...
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[Hook:]
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Vinyl
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| Angel Haze |
