French Kiss the Abyss Andy Morin (Ft. The Garden)
"French Kiss the Abyss" by Andy Morin (Ft. The Garden) is a #Punk track from 2021. The lyrics explore themes of existentialism, chaos, and the allure of danger. Its unique sound blends punk energy with experimental elements, creating a frenetic atmosphere. The song reflects a youthful rebellion and has resonated with the underground scene.
[Verse 1]
I lay around, I get heavy
You pull up on me in an 06' Chevy
I could've sworn I saw a woman inside
All strung out, fucked up, tryna' get high
Like we couldn't notice
Like we wouldn't mind
Let it pass by a lot, a lot of damn times
Naive, yeah ya' borderline blind
Focus on real life, we always let it slide
[Verse 2]
Tre flip the gap
Hung over the baloney
Lotta ice or lean, kinda been straight phoney
Horse to a pony
Caton to Stephonie
Shut the fuck up, I don't need any testimony
I ain't got a grip too tight for my psyché
Dim my own light 'cause I light up so brightly
I could show you hell if you don't use the high beams
Go out into the hillside and slam into the nearest dry tree
Slam into the nearest dry tree
[Verse 3]
Like a piece of food, I keep getting swallowed
Think big, couldn't be bothered
Gettin' ripped so hard, life's such a follow
Thought we hit the road, now we spin the bottle
Cut my photo, now I gotta shovel
Backtrack with this mime in this bubble
Need to get my act back, find it in the rubble
Too many hours spent, too much struggle
I lay around, I get heavy
You pull up on me in an 06' Chevy
I could've sworn I saw a woman inside
All strung out, fucked up, tryna' get high
Like we couldn't notice
Like we wouldn't mind
Let it pass by a lot, a lot of damn times
Naive, yeah ya' borderline blind
Focus on real life, we always let it slide
[Verse 2]
Tre flip the gap
Hung over the baloney
Lotta ice or lean, kinda been straight phoney
Horse to a pony
Caton to Stephonie
Shut the fuck up, I don't need any testimony
I ain't got a grip too tight for my psyché
Dim my own light 'cause I light up so brightly
I could show you hell if you don't use the high beams
Go out into the hillside and slam into the nearest dry tree
Slam into the nearest dry tree
[Verse 3]
Like a piece of food, I keep getting swallowed
Think big, couldn't be bothered
Gettin' ripped so hard, life's such a follow
Thought we hit the road, now we spin the bottle
Cut my photo, now I gotta shovel
Backtrack with this mime in this bubble
Need to get my act back, find it in the rubble
Too many hours spent, too much struggle
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