It’s a mystery, circus snakes in the mist/What a fool I was trying to give in/I’m no good to love, not like I used to be/Sunlight over my head, bullets through the heat
from Snakeskin / Bullets lyrics by Yung Lean
A dark, prophetic interlude that projects a man in distress. It’s abstract but transparent enough to see that he’s trying to make a breakthrough. He’s in a circus, surrounded by snakes and they’re all nipping at his ankles. Confused and afraid he’s making for the door. The beat is spacious and unadorned, which is a standard stomping ground for one of the most forgettable lyricists in the game.
