A LA CARTE Lyrics – Quadeca & brakence
A LA CARTE – Lyrics Quadeca & brakence
A LA CARTE is the latest song released by Quadeca & brakence. A LA CARTE is from latest album named
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Song – A LA CARTE
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A LA CARTE Lyrics – Quadeca & brakence
[Intro: Quadeca]
My favorite poem was the one I read to you
From the teleprompter on the tongue of my shoe
My flashbacks are a touch more resolute
Declaring thumb wars in the pocket of my suit
[Chorus: Quadeca]
Take it, take it all down, take me all apart
You can have my tongue, just promise you’ll take it à la carte
Take it all, just don’t take it all to heart
Thank God we turned the lights off, thank God, uh
Take it, uh, take me all apart
You can have my tongue, just promise you’ll take it à la carte
Take it all, just don’t take it all to heart
Thank God we turned the lights off, thank God, uh-uh
[Post-Chorus: Quadeca]
And what I never knew
I’d rather be inside my head than you
How many times? Well I couldn’t count
‘Cause it gets so deep and it goes so deep
I’m never pulling out
[Verse 1: Quadeca]
NYC, on a red eye free
‘Cause they wanna take this and that
LLC, for the next LP and I’m never gonna give it back
Sleep-deprived on my return flight
Fixated ’bout my hold on you
I don’t usually care for the doom in the air
But it’s feeling kinda overdue
[Pre-Chorus: Quadeca]
My favorite poem’s what I couldn’t say to you
A joke that wasn’t funny ’cause it’s true
Flashbacks are a touch more resolute
So forgive me for the hesitant ‘solute
[Chorus: Quadeca]
Take it, take it all down, take me all apart
You can have my tongue if you take it à la carte
Take it all, just don’t take it all to heart
Thank God we turned the lights off, thank God, uh
[Post-Chorus: Quadeca]
And what I never knew
I’d rather be inside my head than you
How many times?
I couldn’t count
‘Cause it gets so deep, I go so deep
I’m never pulling out
[Verse 2: brakence]
Took you south
Guess I got my jaw agape, now I’m a cotton mouth
Why do I feel so unsafe? What am I worried ’bout?
Got sedated sipping 80 proof
Skip the winter season like it’s pay-per-view
It ain’t you, I’m just caught up in my own shit, licking wounds
I know it isn’t state of the art, but the plate’s à la carte
Would you like course two?
(I don’t really think I’m perfect)
And what I never knew
(I don’t really think I’m—, I don’t really think I’m perfect)
Could— could I be inside my head with you?
Freaked out tryna fuck you right
I know you never grade looks, still feel like a five
But you said if we make love and I start to cry that
I can let it all out, shouldn’t rationalize but God damn
Do I deserve that you can’t hear me now?
It just gets so deep, and it goes so deep
Now that I’m peering down
[Outro: Quadeca]
My favorite poem was the one I read to you
On the tongue of my shoe
Flashbacks are a touch more resolute
So forgive me, so please forgive me, ahh
Take me all apart
You can have my tongue if you take it à la carte
Take it all, just don’t take it all to heart
A LA CARTE Lyrics Quadeca brakence
