CURSE
Produced by WondaGurl, Pip Norman & Rob Amoruso
Mixed & Mastered by Andrei Eremin
Written & Composed by Danzal Baker, WondaGurl, Pip Norman & Rob Amoruso
VERSE 1
No one ever talk-sa ‘bout it
Eyes closed
Gotta clear the spirits out with the white smoke
Deep in a trance, where they dance with their hood up
Cancel the plans, buzzkill, we got stood up
Onomatopoeia, I threw the spell out
Run ‘em out of town, Argus Filch let the cat out
Try to get away, there’s no other place on earth
Dark energy let it build till it burst, burst
PRE-CHORUS
tried to get ahead, that just made it worse
Used to speak bravado, now you seem disturbed
I'm not superstitious, I’m just visionary
From the mission, I can see the spirits
They just timid, they ain't wicked
CHORUS
It’s a curse
You can’t ever clip my wings; it’s a curse
Angels, when I sing, it’s my curse
Too bad that’s my villains in a hearse
Do you need it in reverse
Let me tell ya it’s a curse
It’s a curse
You can’t ever clip my wings; it’s a curse
Angels, when I sing, it’s my curse
Too bad that’s my villains in a hearse
Do you need it in reverse
Let me tell ya it’s a curse
It’s a curse
VERSE 2
Tulips kisses that is kiss of death
Can’t be smoochin with da goddess save the last dance for da devil ah ah ah
Dhuwala ḻinygu’nha ŋarra nhuna milkum’nha
(I’m already here now showing you)
Manginy ga ganydjarr’nha ‘gu
(the power of this speed)
Yolŋu boy dhum’bunnha ŋanya bumbarrunha ŋanya dhurrguyunnha ŋanya
(Yolŋu boy gonna bounce with it, gonna shake with it, gonna rock with it)
Bili yaka ŋarra dhu translating yalala
(because I’m not going to translate later)
Ŋarra ga dhäwu’nhokal ḻakarama’nha simple’yun
(I’m just telling a story, just so simple)
Yaka pentagram’nurnha yän’gi djarraḏayirr
(not from the pantagram, just freeze with it)
quick with a blink
PRE-CHORUS
tried to get ahead, that just made it worse
Used to speak bravado, now you seem disturbed
I'm not superstitious, I’m just visionary
From the mission, I can see the spirits
They just timid, they ain't wicked
CHORUS
It’s a curse
You can’t ever clip my wings; it’s a curse
Angels, when I sing, it’s my curse
Too bad that’s my villains in a hearse
Do you need it in reverse
Let me tell ya it’s a curse
It’s a curse
You can’t ever clip my wings; it’s a curse
Angels, when I sing, it’s my curse
Too bad that’s my villains in a hearse
Do you need it in reverse
Let me tell ya it’s a curse
It’s a curse