歌詞

(Terrell) (Yeah) Free-spoken, heartbroken, what's the motive? Post-covid, politics, when we most of Terrified, real time, eat granola Fine lines, no time, supernova Coming in like an overload (overload) Syncopated with one stroke (one stroke) Human condition I know (I know) Never give up what you work for I don't believe in fairy tales (fairy tales) We in the void I can tell (I can tell) Reality is all a veil They'll try to use your trauma just to fuckin' sell Tired of being tired, gеtting money when we diе I can, I can cry, got no pistol on my side Teach my mother, brother, cousin, sister, how I let it ride? Moving through the wild, welcome to the other side Tired of being tired, gеtting money when we diе I can, I can cry, got no pistol on my side Teach my mother, brother, cousin, sister, how I let it ride? Moving through the wild, welcome to the other side, nigga Plugged in the interface, data pours from your face Hopefully be erased, chasing the database (Chasing the database, chasing the database) (Chasing the database, chasing the database) Sinister mechanisms, ghetto what a religion History just won't listen, you know you come from prisms Cut from a blind digits, they get you paid they get digits As clear as capitalism a real nigga I got rhythm I don't believe in fairy tales (fairy tales) We in the void I can tell (I can tell) Reality is all a veil They'll try to use your trauma just to fuckin' sell Tired of being tired, gеtting money when we diе I can, I can cry, got no pistol on my side Just my mother, brother, cousin, sister, how I let it ride? Moving through the wild, welcome to the other side Tired of being tired, gеtting money when we diе I can, I can cry, got no pistol on my side Just my mother, brother, cousin, sister, how I let it ride? Moving through the wild, welcome to the other side, nigga Tired of being tired, gеtting money when we diе I can, I can cry, got no pistol on my side Teach my mother, brother, cousin, sister, how I let it ride? Moving through the wild, welcome to the other side Tired of being tired, gеtting money when we diе I can, I can cry, got no pistol on my side Teach my mother, brother, cousin, sister, how I let it ride? Moving through the wild, welcome to the other side, nigga (Inside of me) (Where the beast) (Tore the trees) (Hear the beasts fighting in my dreams) (Focus with, otherside)
Writer(s): Irving Washington, Aaron Camper, Terrell Dewayne Hines, Kenny Wright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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