Senses Songtext
von Benny Mails

Yo, sweet, yo

It seems this is somewhere that can saturate the senses
I came with the acronyms to exaggerate my entrance

Catch you with the static
Used to drag you to my message
So if you′re enclosed my G
Then let me grab you for a second
Ayo, I wasn't in my element in elementary
I said before thought it was evident
I never meant to be
′Cause I grabbed hold of temptation, then let go of vocation

So when we got palpating and arrested on the scene


They took me to the cell, I was as happy as can be
I am as happy as I seem
So don't attack me if you dream
'Cause I did, that′s why this song′s exactly what you need
If you're in need of some release from that tension in your sleep
Because people need balance like grief needs malice
And each week we sleep through life in panic
Through knives and stabbing, make lives turn vanished
Make mine turn anxiety, could turn famished
I won′t turn to Xanax, no, I won't have it

Blurred lines vanish, my sight′s static

I'm like, G, what are you doing to me?
Uh, seriously, what are you doing to me?
Uh, put me at ease, what are you thinking?
When you′re in need of the whipping
It isn't something that grew into me
Yo, and I'm like, G, what are you doing to me?
Uh, seriously, what are you doing to me?

Yo, I see hate, never let a good crisis go to waste
When the price for something promising, there′s nothing to the pay
For them to tell us that there′s trouble on the way
And when, you never know who terror's gonna take
Your next of kin, your brother and your sister and your mate
Repent your sins so you can think there′s nothing on your plate
You left it, then the empty thing, then nothing to replace

I'll let you know we need to know like something′s on your face
Like the fuck you can relate to, say "fuck it" and you make do
You trust in the cutting funds that I paid to survey you


Oh, alright, this streak is just a stroke
If you can't provoke a strike

I′m like, G, what are you doing to me?
Uh, seriously, what are you doing to me?
Uh, put me at ease, what are you thinking?
When you're in need of the whipping
It isn't something that grew into me
Yo, and I′m like, G, what are you doing to me?
Uh, seriously, what are you doing to me?

Oh yeah

So fluent, no wonder I still slew it
The beat to me′s a treat, the streets, I outgrew it
But still I traipse road, my drapes, they unfold
The suit's a different cut, the come-up was so abrupt
But never shy away from the light, I won′t go
The calling was so divine, the senses all entwined
Displayed for your amazement, hidden within the rhyme
A pepper mill, pestle and mortar sort of grind
For me and D, why, my guy, I do for self
And three seeds I planted deep inside the world

I wish we could return to greatness, but we learnt

Things, they fall apart and yes, the bridges burn
Between the cold heart and the cold mind emerge
A pimp, a true player and preacher of the word
So as the world turns and zoobies forever burn
The truth will be delivered to whom it may concern

I'm like, G, what are you doing to me?
Uh, seriously, what are you doing to me?
Uh, put me at ease, what are you thinking?
When you′re in need of the whipping
It isn't something that grew into me
Yo, and I′m like, G, what are you doing to me?
Uh, seriously, what are you doing to me?