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letra de johana is drowning - developer920

[intro: seriula]
my johana drowning in chrome
my ohana thinkin’ i’m alone

[verse 1: don ryan]
ever since you left
been a drought, been upset
you ain’t leave with a note
how i cope, how i let
you get away without a word?
without a say, can you stay?
a lost cause, i’m a mess
in my drawer is a ‘tech
by 9, i want it drawn
aimed straight up at my head
and when i get depressed
i let it out, unsuppressed
instead of jumping off the edge
i’m on edge, fed up, f-ck
you couldn’t tell from my att-tude
but i’m, uh, sad and i’m rude
so i, uh, sat on the moon
but i couldn’t get high or consume any fumes
i became one with the blue in my room
i -ssume all the sh-t i went through
uh, made me appreciate the fruits of my loom
or the fruits of my gloom, f-ck

[interlude: ahab malik]
i ain’t got no more control
i’m so gone, so gone (so gone, so)
if i had no problems
the last thing i had was a bottle with no bottom
yeah i know, yeah i know (skkrt, skkrt, skkrt, skkrt)
yeah i know, yeah i know

[verse 2: don ryan]
been in deep thought since the womb
i been tucked, fetal position
the sun ain’t been a friend to this brown skin
maybe that’s why i’m so dark
i’m so far gone
i lost a piece of me, now i’m all gone
i had it all wrong
i was lost on the thought of pastime
and now i’m p-ssed time, i’m just p-ssing time ’til i p-ss on
i’m movin’ on, but on a flat tire
not a flat thought to this satire
but i’m speaking on my truth
i’m f-cking sad, and it’s obtuse
it’s why i laugh in the booth
but bein’ happy is fad
and all y’all n-ggas fu, uh
f-ck y’all n-ggas, too
yeah, f-ck y’all n-ggas too
man f-ck y’all n-ggas too

[verse 3: seriula]
when you’re not with me
i speak to you in frames
in cases the image too intricate for canvas
in cases your words aren’t as intimate nor outlandish
in phases i fantasize; your face
in cases i can fantasize
in some cases i can memorize
curves and lines on your frame
these eyes have yet to -n-lyze
but only in my case
in one case you were present
in the other, a gift rescinded
the omnipresent never sent it
or maybe i just never read it
i got threads in my phone that long to be sewn
i got my alma st-tched in my breast pocket
and my johana drowning in chrome
my ohana thinkin’ i’m alone

[outro: seriula]
my ohana thinkin’ i’m alone
my ohana thinkin’ i’m alone
my ohana thinkin’ i’m alone

- developer920

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