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SHOULDER​/​/​BLADES

by DEADPAN

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NEW ERA DEADPAN

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Thought I was being natural
Turned out I was acting it
Counting minutes ‘til they figure me out
Fidget with my skin like an abacus
Every sound stares
Wishing I would look back at ‘em
But I’m enchanted by the walls
Every room turns into the Vatican

Shoulder blades scraping against the edge of the world, I watched you coming in
Your regular girl face grazed my chrome-plated grin, don’t rub it in
Snake slithering in colorless dust, straight kicking, hadn’t fluttered for months
You can’t stomach every one of your devilish curls, but to me they’re coveted
Covering the glades in the nape of your neck
Were they made to pave the way or made to protect?
I wanna break the empty space, wade in the depths
Rain spraying my faded temples
But I wasn’t made to get wet, at least not yet
I wanna save my breath and sweat for fucking your basic perfection
For days on end, shit I swayed against the grain in question
A grotesque painting has no place in this setting
Your frame is sun-kissed, edition one, the latest invention, let me
Let me recalibrate your insides, tinker with your meticulous parts
Your fragrance is so benign it makes me salivate
Drip drip, wish it was harsh
I fucking hate the way your positions are balanced
Quick, shift
Let me sing this ballad in you, twist you in the most ridiculous arcs
‘Til you’re as sinister as my non-traditional arts
I’m only symmetrical in the dark
Fuck me hard, bitch

Act natural, I was practicing
Act natural, I imagine it
Act natural, I can manage it
Act natural, I’m a mannequin
Act natural, act natural
Act natural, always practicing
Act natural, I imagine it
Act natural, I can’t manage it

Thought I was being natural
Turned out I was acting it
Counting minutes ‘til they figure me out
Fidget with my skin like an abacus
Every sound stares
Wishing I would look back at ‘em
But I’m enchanted by the walls
Every room turns into the Vatican

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released October 16, 2021
Produced by skate33 and DEADPAN
Piano by Kilgore Doubtfire
Mixed and mastered by skate33
Cover art shot by DEADPAN and edited by skate33

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Brooklyn-based abstract rapper/producer from South Jersey. Peace and power.

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