Alan Moore wrote this song and many others, with the complications of his love and the misunderstandings of his youth.
Opia when I look in your eyes.
lyrics
How bout you read another book of that damn poetry
Caught the lines, inscribe the ones you hold to see
A few times, you quit the act of holding me
See the signs of potential that is owned to me
All I see is snakes constrict around me woefully
Weak spines, can't grip the the width of my full glossary
Just resign, your cobras nowhere close to me
Venom shines, when my light reflects the potency
Why don't you suck another bead up off that damn rosary
Religion lies, are choking on you vocally
The jewellery tastes fine when gold is mined locally
Export your crime, embarrasing me globally
I drew that fucking snake up on that napkin, Do you remember back then
Maybe I'll just take a handfull of the acid
Plan to rap for ten days but on the third take just pass it
Now they're passing, pitchforks and needles only workin in the past tense
I'll hold your tounge, how my fingers taste
How you doing now, with no speech to waste
Mind your blowing up, while we run the race
Claiming that's you speed, when I'm setting pace
How bout you read another book of that damn poetry
Caught the lines, inscribe the ones you hold to see
A few times, you quit the act of holding me
See the signs of potential that is owned to me
All I see is snakes constrict around me woefully
Weak spines, can't grip the the width of my full glossary
Just resign, your cobras nowhere close to me
Venom shines, when my light reflects the potency
Julien Baker is my undertaker
Don Dada's pen is what my heart's made of
Want my lyrics to go up on Genius, but a true one to write them up
Want these bats to stop being mischievous, or else I might fight them
And I'll pluck them from the sky, and tear their wings off to spite them
I wish I was high man, I wish I had hype men, or excitement
I wish my love wasn't an indictment, that you could just accept thats what I'm like and
I make a wish on the foundations of the star signs that you pander
You talk the you and I of the same guy but the Gemini's the cancer
Moore on it
Moore on it
Is it really real
Opia got Moore on it
Moore on it
Is it really real
How bout you read another book of that damn poetry
Caught the lines, inscribe the ones you hold to see
A few times, you quit the act of holding me
See the signs of potential that is owned to me
All I see is snakes constrict around me woefully
Weak spines, can't grip the the width of my full glossary
Just resign, your cobras nowhere close to me
Venom shines, when my light reflects the potency
Moore on it
Moore on it
Is it really real
Opia got Moore on it
Moore on it
Two brothers tell their true coming-of-age story together through hip-hop bangers that draw from a wide array of pop influences. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 20, 2017