BROKEN BREAD
CHORUS:
[Sloane Amelia]
Why do we reach for the clouds when we know we are stars?
Why do we reach for the clouds when we know we are meant to be stars?
Verse 1
[Sugg Savage]
I am half prophet with thoughts abstract
Black on black, Sipping on yack
Back to back with facts, feeling detached
Slouching my back too, see me satchel?
Provided in 1991
Back when my antics were looked over
He'd lash and I'd be sober
I grew older colder
Covert emote can't control her
Outletting in musical ways
Back in youthful days, punk rock saved, and metal I played
Fake tats and drawings of burning and Lucifer
And then the brows were raised
Caught in the haze of am I normal
Then the swagger changed
And then the anger came
Growing pains all up in my fingertips
Played it til I could feel that sh**
Bleeding scabbing and peeling it
Think I don't know pain? I was promised we've been married since
Songs of resentment
But in my recent I've been just thriving just to reach them
Souls who can relate to my speakings, refuge seeking
Breaking and bending just to feed them
But I ain't eating low on the food chain
Tryna make some dam change
CHORUS:
[Sloane Amelia]
Why do we reach for the clouds when we know we are stars?
Why do we reach for the clouds when we know we are meant to be stars?
Verse 2:
[Sugg Savage + Sloane Amelia]
Miseducation gone be the d**h of these celebrities
Brain freezes, forgetting the reasons they came for
And giving less f**s to get paid more
And then crave more
(more, more, more, more)
Just to feel useful
Just a little we try, and do the right thing
But just to make it
Just a little we fall and do the wrong thing
Just to feel useful
Just a little we try, and do the right thing
CHORUS:
[Sloane Amelia]
Why do we reach for the clouds when we know we are stars?
Why do we reach for the clouds when we know we are meant to be stars?
Verse 3
[Sloane Amelia]
Never the less, always the more
Keep on giving it these pivotal moments we have in store
All depicting a future we can't afford, to avoid
Filling a void in our hearts in our arts
We depart from our senses to bring forth relentless
Devotion to creation, emancipation from an apathetic nation
We don't dispel in moderation, that's large doses
The choices we are making, are shaping the young voices
Deny not our notions of motions to succeed
For us to create is to live eat and breathe
Our existence, our fitness
Recharged with each verse, and each chord, and each stroke
And each soul that we touch with our verb
Don't need to be seen, we long to be heard
Stomachs are empty
But our hearts our full
We've got plenty
Of what you're looking for
Who knows where the stars will land (3)