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Sir Render
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Sir Render adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Freedom Sounds tarafından 5 Haziran 2026 tarihinde yayınlandıSir Render
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Çıkış Tarihi5 Haziran 2026
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Sir Render, Sir
Sir Render, Sir
Sir Render, Sir
My emotions get stanched when they can
I know it's all out my hands
Gotta give god a chance
To walk along the Berlin Wall
With a woman I can call a friend
Conversation lift me outta places where I often land
I'm so content, count blessings in my mama hands
Judging off the way my life looking, it make a lot of sense
Got a lot to live for, the discourse heaven sent
I been in them psych wards tryna get a grip
This what living life for l call it what it is
I see it how I see it, gave me meaning to exist
I am flesh, but a spirit, I appear to be remiss
To the next who carry all his fears to the cliff
Let it fly, set aside all a **** did
Living through a genocide as real as it get
Can't deal, cuz the pain take tears in the wind
Mazes of the mind, gracious, I defined youth
My kind don't decline; my wits giving hindsight
Divine light, spring in the rights, give life
Give twice like the first time breathing
Trauma and hereditary demons, I'm healing
From portobello rd to ealing, grandma out in acton
The feelings that I act on, spurring into action
Is we talking about practice? Practice what you preach
What seems so far is within reach
Everything I ever did, everyone I ever knew
The tingling of every limb, my foot fit every shoe
Memories in every groove, lessons are in every mood
Mama gift to me is soothing, stuck beneath this very moon
Everything I ever did, everyone I ever knew
The tingling of every limb, my foot fit every shoe
Memories in every groove, lessons are in every mood
Mama gift to me is soothing, stuck beneath this very moon
Sir Render, Sir
Sir Render, Sir
Sir Render
He stood still, his eyes closed and stinging
His lungs heaving, trying to expel the smoke
He held onto the shovel, Wanting to move
To do something, But he do not know what
He held onto it desperately, Not wanting to let go
Even if he did, he was surrendering his secret, his life
Written by: Sage Elsesser
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