Naked As We Came - Iron & Wine & Ben Bridwell

Sundown it's time to feed it Your demons come to life You try but can't defeat them It's over say goodnight I see you shiver We're running out of time It's now or never I'm reaching for the knife And I see a new day rising As we divide Separate my soul Watch as you expose All this violence Out of control Cancer in my bones You wont let me go So it's you I sever Wake up the moon is rising You feel the other side Tonight you face the dying There's nowhere left to hide The taste so bitter But it will wash away I will deliver The sickness to the grave And I see a new day rising As we divide Separate my soul Watch as you expose All this violence Out of control Cancer in my bones You wont let me go So it's you I sever I cut the ties I've been betrayed My flesh and soul are still at war I shed the skin underneath I feel the light Set me free Separate my soul Watch as you expose All this violence Out of control Cancer in my bones You wont let me go So it's you I sever I see a new day rising! All this violence So it's you I sever! I see a new day rising! All this violence. It's you I sever It's you I sever! It's you I sever.

As we enter Come now, we take you on the biggest adventure Must be dementia That you ever thought you could touch our credentials What's the initials? Q.B., Jamrock, the lyrical official Send out the order, laws and the rituals Burn candles, say prayers, paint murals It is truth, we big news, we hood heroes Break past the anchor, we come to conquer Man a badman, we no play Willy Wonka And I got the guns, I got the ganja And we could blaze it up on your block if you wanna Or haze it up, stash-box in a Hummer Or you could run up and get done up Or get somethin' that you want none of Unlimited amount you collect from us Direct from us, street intellectuals And I'm shrewd about decimals And my man'll speak Patois, and I can speak rap star Y'all feel me even if it's in Swahili Habari Gani, Mzuri Sana Switch up the language, I move through Ghana Salute and honor, real revolution rhymers Rhythm piranhas like two Obamas, unfold the drama Word is out, hysteria you heard about Nas and Jr. Gong gonna turn it out Body the verse until they scream "murder" out The kings is back, time to return the crown Who want it? Tuck your chain when dude comin' Renegades that'll peel you back like new hundreds Bet your jewels on it, you don't want to lose on it Either move on or move on it Queens to Kingston Gunshot we use and govern the kingdom Rise of the Winston, I can see the fear up in your eyes Realize you can die any instant And I can hear the sound of your voice When you must lose your life like mice in the kitchen Snitchin', I can see him pissin' on hisself And he's wettin' up his thighs and he tryin' to resist it Switch it, I can smell him diggin' up shit like a fly Come around and be persistent That's how you end up in a hit list In a bad man business No evidence, crime scene fingerprint-less Flow effortless, casual like the weekends No pressure when we're comfy and decent We set this off beastin', huntin' season And, frankly speakin' Word is out, hysteria, you heard about Nas and Jr. Gong came to turn it out Body the verse until they scream "murder" out The kings is back, time to return the crown Who want it? Tuck your chain when dude coming Renegades that'll peel you back like new hundreds Bet your jewels on it, you don't want to lose on it Either move on or move on it Word is out, hysteria you heard about Nas and Jr. Gong came to turn it out Body the verse until they scream "murder" out The kings is back, time to return the crown Who want it? Tuck your chain when dude coming Renegades that'll peel you back like new hundreds Bet your jewels on it, you don't want to lose on it Either move on or move on it

(He hasn't slept in probably, uh, seven days) Yeah, these hoes might get naked Mad at myself, I ain't make it Baby Keem way too impatient, yeah African-Americans and Blasians Maybe a little bit Haitian Baby Keem way too impatient (woo) (Wait a minute, run that shit back, that new Baby Keem, fool) Yeah, these hoes might get naked Mad at myself, I ain't make it Baby Keem way too impatient, yeah African-Americans and Blasians Maybe a little bit Haitian Baby Keem way too impatient My bitch at the crib, she blowin' me up I know she don't want me to be here Had thoughts about havin' a civil relationship But that can't happen if she here (she here) Overseas, I need emergencies (emergencies) Overseas, I need emergencies (emergencies) I used to be at my mama house dreamin' The SVR racin' through quarantine I'm fresh out the gut, you never believe it I feel like the 'hood prima donna I slid on these opp in a Honda Then jumped off the stage at The Fonda, uh My manager yellin' at me, I called her, "Dramatic" I think that I'll let her have it I got my ear to the back of them, back of them streets Unbearable habits My name is Hykeem and I move through the building As if I was destined to grasp it I'm dodgin' the drugs but havin' the women 'Cause I am the son of an- I took all my hoes to Aspen Fuckin' all night need an Asprin Bitch, I am the one, who you askin'? Yeah, these hoes might get naked Mad at myself, I ain't make it Baby Keem way too impatient, yeah African-Americans and Blasians Maybe a little bit Haitian Baby Keem way too impatient

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour