McKinley Dixon - Dedicated to Tar Feather (Kitchen Table Session)

"Dedicated to Tar Feather (Kitchen Table Session)" is taken from McKinley Dixon's new album 'Beloved! Paradise! Jazz?!' out on City Slang. Listen now/buy the album: https://McKinleyDixon.lnk.to/BelovedP... 🔸 McKinley Dixon NEWS / MUSIC / TOUR : https://www.mckinleydixon.com/ *** Lyrics. i never thought this gift would make me feel bad, it seems the weight of this crown, has now driven king mad, so he sits up in his castle, with the door to his back, ripping gold flickering flesh, off his finger pads, humming i just wanna touch again, wish the feeling remained, wasted this life rapping, hope it all wasn’t in vain, i take a walk through the garden, flowers don’t know my name, but they still listen, i think i like it like that a shakey hand sweeps the table of the crumbs, while a lil boy hopes some day he’ll get closer to the ones, that set off explosive tongues, saw one get killed last summer, he lift his head, and butterflies escaped his mouth, from out his lungs, Journal entries from when the heat had us buzzing, Found out one boy was super human, the other simply wasn’t One more hug, Promise, then i’ll leave you alone, This life was fun for a minute, but it never was home, yeah, yeah, To talk to you, I listen more, to talk to you, I kiss the floor, On god, on gold, on god, on gold, on god, on gold, I feel ya kiss, feel the way you moving now, wipe feel ‘fore you step in mama’s house, on god on gold, on god on gold, on god on gold, i feel your kiss, ya shoes was hard to keep the size filled, and recently, my only dream is that a nigga die real, coop clipping up the clouds, me and my homie ride still, fade that boy outside, then fader go and ask me how i feel, trembles but his foot point left and right, he wit that racket, fighting comes a second nature, tearing up is automatic, heels lifting off the ground, eyes wide from the site, grabbed my face, said we can live forever, if we die tonight fuck, what i learned from grandma’s closet or a coffin, they saw my on my bike and remembered it for when they walking, toni said i didn’t fall in love, i was raised in it, if thats true, why i got that text, i wasn’t phased wit it, aw man, another one, so damn tragic, shoulder tap, staring off while the music’s cinematic, who knew a plan that made me and my niggas so ecstatic, would make my mama make his mama turn us both nomadic, if only for the night, *** Credits: Director - Jordan Rodericks Producer - Rhyan Elliott B Cam - Alex Jones AC - Scott Inge DIT - Matthew Moniuszko Gaffer - Rob Vaughn Post Producer - Maggie Melton Editor/Colorist - David Muessig Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by Kyle Willians *** Website : https://www.mckinleydixon.com/ Spotify : https://McKinleyDixon.lnk.to/Spotify Apple Music : https://McKinleyDixon.lnk.to/AppleMusic Bandcamp : https://McKinleyDixon.lnk.to/Bandcamp Instagram : https://McKinleyDixon.lnk.to/Instagram Facebook : https://McKinleyDixon.lnk.to/Facebook Twitter : https://McKinleyDixon.lnk.to/Twitter This is the official Youtube channel of McKinley Dixon. Subscribe Now to keep up to date with all of the latest music, videos, tour information and more https://McKinleyDixon.lnk.to/YouTube #McKinleyDixon #CitySlang