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letra de res*idue - boyponder

[verse 1 – zenden lavon]
just like a mirror man, taking gleam off
strip the pride up off my back, degrees on
‘bout june or july in the emirates
can i get a little bit of shade or a beverage
pain on my bezel sh-t
f-ck i’m tryna reign for, y’all glazed off that devil sh-t
evil eye, never meeting mine, y’all too malevolent
yeah, shouldn’t feel a haze
shouldn’t feel like tryna run but something in the way
bet i’d do it better, nix your pocket peeping
already done trekked the should’ve could’ve woods and stopped to stargaze
told me it was sweeter on the other side
why i look around at all these donkey ass n— yapping ‘bout some parfaits
never been the same, better mark the star date
n—, look where we at
feel like mark grayson, amazing

[verse 2 – boyponder]
i’m pacing around
tryhard, standing my ground
time is ticking and the train bell’s making a sound
home wasn’t built in a day
the irony is home was where the hurt is they say
you hear it again
ashes to ashes, mother called me other day
asking am i coming home? or am i here to stay?
i hate this place, y’all think you’re smart for saying it
circumstances changing, y’all can’t place me, amazing
unmistakeable, it’s done damage
what the sand is, y’all wouldn’t understand it
grounded from a city built on brown masses
my people, my brother, my sister, my family
same old story ‘bout expats and what not
i pray heavy the empire falls off
new paris, old paris, yeah, they both broke
took coming to that colony to see what’s right in front of me
f-ck ‘em
[verse 3 – boyponder]
i break even, my profits, it’s anthemic
we lose meaning, i can’t stand to die in it
the f-ck you buying it for?
snake oil and sound around every house
huh, sh-t was pathetic
i raise the stakes, for what? i can’t explain
i try too hard, but some of y’all can’t change
everybody selling me bullsh-t, i can’t play
fire i was promised, some sh-t, yeah, i can’t say
i wanna see the fire, every building lit
we f-cked up so maybe we should start again
it wasn’t me, it wasn’t you, it wasn’t him neither
somewhere down the line sh-t fell apart cleaner
naivety, some sh-t i couldn’t fix
i could try but some sh-t’s better left pink
maybe i’ll leave, leave it to some other guy
maybe they’ll be rawer than me, burn that sh-t alive

- boyponder

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