give me something so sweet
I can almost taste it
I could never fake something so real
give me something so sweet
that it’s almost tasteless
I could never get high off of love
candy’s all I need so hide that s*** for me
self-diagnosis please don’t question it
take out borderlines now that’s an order
candy’s all I need so hide that s*** for me
how do we measure illness
in a society that’s already ill
ruminations I succumb to on
another slump plus
I’m getting numb to all the f****
I gave just to be someone I’m not
better yet something they
want but to be blunt
f*** that motherf***** up drown
that motherf***** down
pathologizing the religious other
just to keep your crown
made of sanctimonious sapphires
high on saccharine
sacrilegious hegemony look that
s*** up if you nah mean
still believe we make our own disasters yeah
I do not f*** with the master
narrative of yours
flipping pages through pedagogy
of the oppressed
what makes your god any
less made up than his
still believe we make our own disasters yeah
I do not f*** with the master
narrative of yours
flipping pages through pedagogy
of the oppressed
what makes your god any
less made up than his
give me something so sweet
I can almost taste it
I could never fake something so real
give me something so sweet
that it’s almost tasteless
I could never get high off of love
candy’s all I need so hide that s*** for me
self-diagnosis please don’t question it
take out borderlines now that’s an order
candy’s all I need so hide that s*** for me
normativity has become the norm
does this make me normal
even if we have these misgivings in common
to point out the false dichotomy
of right and wrong
good and bad me and you
we exist in a vacuum
segregated by white supremacy
they buy my way to heaven
indulgences we once enjoyed
remnants of what’s forgiven
privileged images of silence perpetuating
violence I guess
life is what you make of it
I ain’t making any sense am I
still believe we make our own disasters yeah
I do not f*** with the master
narrative of yours
flipping pages through pedagogy
of the oppressed
what makes your god any
less made up than his
still believe we make our own disasters yeah
I do not f*** with the master
narrative of yours
flipping pages through pedagogy
of the oppressed
what makes your god any less made up than his
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James An – Meditation
James An – We Love The Vibe
Sweet Truth Lyrics English
give me something so sweet
I can almost taste it
I could never fake something so real
give me something so sweet
that it’s almost tasteless
I could never get high off of love
candy’s all I need so hide that s*** for me
self-diagnosis please don’t question it
take out borderlines now that’s an order
candy’s all I need so hide that s*** for me
how do we measure illness
in a society that’s already ill
ruminations I succumb to on
another slump plus
I’m getting numb to all the f****
I gave just to be someone I’m not
better yet something they
want but to be blunt
f*** that motherf***** up drown
that motherf***** down
pathologizing the religious other
just to keep your crown
made of sanctimonious sapphires
high on saccharine
sacrilegious hegemony look that
s*** up if you nah mean
still believe we make our own disasters yeah
I do not f*** with the master
narrative of yours
flipping pages through pedagogy
of the oppressed
what makes your god any
less made up than his
still believe we make our own disasters yeah
I do not f*** with the master
narrative of yours
flipping pages through pedagogy
of the oppressed
what makes your god any
less made up than his
give me something so sweet
I can almost taste it
I could never fake something so real
give me something so sweet
that it’s almost tasteless
I could never get high off of love
candy’s all I need so hide that s*** for me
self-diagnosis please don’t question it
take out borderlines now that’s an order
candy’s all I need so hide that s*** for me
normativity has become the norm
does this make me normal
even if we have these misgivings in common
to point out the false dichotomy
of right and wrong
good and bad me and you
we exist in a vacuum
segregated by white supremacy
they buy my way to heaven
indulgences we once enjoyed
remnants of what’s forgiven
privileged images of silence perpetuating
violence I guess
life is what you make of it
I ain’t making any sense am I
still believe we make our own disasters yeah
I do not f*** with the master
narrative of yours
flipping pages through pedagogy
of the oppressed
what makes your god any
less made up than his
still believe we make our own disasters yeah
I do not f*** with the master
narrative of yours
flipping pages through pedagogy
of the oppressed
what makes your god any less made up than his
Find more lyrics at asialyrics.com
James An Lyrics – Sweet Truth