[Verse 1] Translate me Please translate me See what my ears hear, hear what my mouth taste Vacate vacancy 8 years of make believe Sweet scents from these maple trees Go dumb in the chateaux There's a fissure in plateau Go figure On the same plains where my diaspora started hating me Picture the weirdo, way long Fiction like who drew Awaken my gea** Flora on the team, last one pickin' daisies Might as well be me Solace in the chaos All my idols been babies In-staters, rescue childminded from the kin takers White vans to match these white dans Poems that I might add Evermore, nevermore, let the tea kettle boil Got some milk thistle for my core I don't even see no more Sometimes I speak when I'm bored Budding crow to a raven I don't dread much I'm entangled Tap my feet, when I'm dancing with angels And we do the samba... just learned how to round-off Beating anhedonia [Hook] I GOT A SONG FROM STRAIGHT OUT THE OCEAN RIGHT NEXT TO WHIRLPOOLS CINNABAR ISLAND (Yeah) I LET IT WASH ME I LIKE TO PAINT IT I GOT MY GOUACHES I AM NO MONSTER I am no monster I am ((MALACHITE)) [Verse 2] Let me be more blunt Last 48 months Every summer I'm swept under Where do I go Where did I go If you missed me twice you can miss me once Sharpshooter eye at the curve of the bow, treat like a good fight, I raise arms at opponents Without arms who shooting, I got the A to the V who gonna add the components Live in the awe of the moment... Not in the law of omens... You can shatter gla** Break backs Black cats and I'll still make sanctuary of palm trees and ground water Who let the pretty green gem turn black Who light don't shine no more Who light upset again Which gem obsidian I let my iris glisten til my tears turn holy Well between conts don't come back for me I'm where I belong At least I like to think so... [Hook] I GOT A SONG FROM STRAIGHT OUT THE OCEAN RIGHT NEXT TO WHIRLPOOLS CINNABAR ISLAND (Yeah) I LET IT WASH ME I LIKE TO PAINT IT I GOT MY GOUACHES I AM NO MONSTER I am no monster I am ((MALACHITE))