Letras
It's ill, I feel
The only thing keeping me here is the thrill
No love, you sold
What I saw left me asking what's real
The blood, the sweat
Empty and hollow like this bottle Moet
Can't remember half the places I slept
Can't remember 'til the night that we met
Out of breath now
Yellow lines, seeing signs
I can't help but feel it's food in eyes
What's my claim, who's to blame
First in the chain and they ask your name
Rest my case, before my head get dazed
Dry marrow from moving on at a sluggish pace
Lately lacking both the appetite and taste
This dehydration is acting up my state
Had to clean my slate
Still fractured by those memories left
Like what's the tool?
The brush or the hand of Picasso
Up in your cosmos, minding thoughts of diablo
Hun them and you end in fiasco
Whenever your odds low
Keep your head up steady shining always grinding
Never giving that prize over
Make up your mind soldier
Made that money get up and get it or regret it if not
So keep your eyes open
It's ill, I feel
The only thing keeping me here is the thrill
No love, you sold
What I saw left me asking what's real
The blood, the sweat
Empty and hollow like this bottle Moet
Can't remember half the places I slept
Can't remember 'til the night that we met
Out of breath now
It's ill, I feel
The only thing keeping me here is the thrill
No love, you sold
What I saw left me asking what's real
The blood, the sweat
Empty and hollow like this bottle Moet
Can't remember half the places I slept
Can't remember 'til the night that we met
Out of breath now
Yellow signs, yellow signs
Yellow signs, yellow signs
Yellow signs, yellow signs
Yellow signs, yellow signs