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Matryoshka lyrics
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Intro
The walls are thin, but the bass is thicker Counting steps like a clock that’s lost its ticker Peelback layers just to find the start A rock-and-roll head with a soul-music heart
Verse 1
Timestamp four AM on the concrete Guitar screaming like tires on a one-way street Rapping through feedback, static on the line Finding rhythm in a tempo out of time Fuzz in my lungs, distortion’s in my view Kid with a pick and something to prove Not a phase, this is how the basement feels Grinding for a dollar on rusted-out wheels
Pre-chorus
Volume’s peaking but the air is getting cold Waiting for the silver lining to turn into gold
Chorus
Singing for the ones who can’t find the floor Locked inside a house with an open-wide door It’s a heavy weight, yeah, a slow-motion spin Trying to find the outside from the deep within
Verse 2
Grit in the groove, anger’s in the silk Drinking static like it’s honey and milk Attic smell of old dust and pine Matching melody to a heartbreak of mine Leather jacket over velvet shirt feel Spinning till the ground starts to peel Shouting at the moon but doing it soft Basement life but eyeing the loft
Pre-chorus
Volume’s peaking but the air is getting cold Waiting for the silver lining to turn into gold
Chorus
Singing for the ones who can’t find the light Locked inside a house in the middle of the night It’s a heavy weight, yeah, a slow-motion spin Trying to find the outside from the deep within
Verse 3
Zoom out the lens, city from the bridge Building boxes for the poor on the ridge Sell us the anthem, charge us for the air Stadium full of ghosts but nobody there System’s a circle, a loop in the track Peeling paint to find the wood is black Gospel in the trap to the rock in the soul Trying to make the broken parts whole
Bridge
Silence is the loudest part of the song Can’t find the right path if you never go wrong Wooden doll, smaller on the inside Nowhere left to run, nowhere to hide
Verse 4
Ink on the page, blood on the fret Six-string confession I haven’t made yet Dollar in pocket, ten thousand in debt Living on a promise and a high-stakes bet Light-skin kid at the burger stand line Matching his reality with a struggle of mine Neighborhood vignette, concrete in the rain Turning pressure into a viral-type gain
Chorus
Singing for the ones who can’t find the floor Locked inside a house with an open-wide door It’s a heavy weight, yeah, a slow-motion spin Trying to find the outside from the deep within
Verse 5
Breaking the doll, ending the cycle Street-level prayer, words are my bible Distortion to soul, rap to the grit Standing in the center and making it fit No more nesting truth, no more hiding heart Finishing the rhyme, finishing the part R&B in the rap, rock in the soul Finally at the center and finally whole
Chorus
Singing for the ones... Trying to find the outside...
Outro
Doll is empty, song is done Peeling layers until there’s only one
Inside the recording
The walls are thin, but the bass is thicker Counting steps like a clock that’s lost its ticker
Volume’s peaking but the air is getting cold Waiting for the silver lining to turn into gold
Doll is empty, song is done Peeling layers until there’s only one
Excerpts from artist-supplied lyric files matched by title. Lyric sheets may differ from the released performance.