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Hip Blossoms ft. Mykele Deville

from Clean House EP by modaff

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lyrics

I was a fruit tree
With apple eyes
And lemon lips
I was a fruit tree
With blossoms hanging from my hips

Delicate like porcelain
Nerves frayed mood morphin
Gene pool misfortune
Just another drink stop when i want
Do you think they like you
On your knees next to the pew
Sweating through fragile truth
Gotta have a smoke
Stop
Remember when you didn’t rot
When the leaves grew green at the top
And your roots curled in the dirt
Feeding worms buried deep in the earth
Back when life was priceless
And the moonlight shrank vices
The fruit you produce no effort
Drippin with sweet nectar
Everyone with their mouths open wide
Teeth in your gut sucking you dry
Dust in the veins ash in the sky
Brace for the fall squint in the light
Feelin weak under elements
Bending leaves break under sediment
It’s a ceaseless impediment
I gotta numb it now only for myself
Lone branches trace in the sky
Fingers shakin love in the lie
Truth lost in the pool of your eye
Trace a bit of self I don’t need your help
Crying wolf at the early morning
All your words seem disjointed
They only see disappointment
Grab what I need take what I want
Suddenly life’s in plain view
On the plateau of something new
Seeds spread in my mind blooming true
Trade a bit of self Cultivate your health
I was a fruit tree
With apple eyes
And lemon lips
I was a fruit tree
With blossoms hanging from my hips
Climb to the top of me
Cut my branches
Burn my leaves
Try to kill me
But I’m planted too deep

Wake up
No Fucks
Hour by hour
Digging for power
False positivity
Begrudgingly loving me
I’m an anomaly
Sold as a novelty
Acceptance
Surrender
Exception
Pretender
Life over death
Trust over sex
Broken Mirrors
Vision clearer
Ripened taste
Strengthens faith
Begin

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from Clean House EP, released December 14, 2018

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modaff Chicago, Illinois

Emilie Modaff is a Chicago-based artist and lead singer of the band MODAFF.

Their debut EP is now available for purchase and streaming.

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