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letra de sangria sunsets - illmac

[intro: -sample- & illmac]
“this is like my little window ro the world, and every minute’s [?]
the idea is to remain in a state of constant departure, while always arriving
saves on introductions and goodbyes
the ride does not require an explanation, just occupants
that’s for you to ascertain”
yeah yeah
yeah yeah
look

[verse: illmac]
this la spring feel like portland summers
the heavens that we orbit under look like watercolors
so excuse me while i paint the sky
waste time, spending magic hours watching paint dry
drinking in these blue moons and sangria sunsets
drip like what it take to be a champion, blood sweat
and tears my peers shed, when they ask me who’s up next
hand me a ambien, this sh-t had me in unrest
caused my family enough stress, loved ones paid a price
kidnap jeff bezos make the ransom a couple grains of rice
tally the masses counting sheep before i say goodnight
insomniac, lucid dreaming watching waking life
yo, not many dreamers left
so busy sleepwalking through life, awake walking through dreams ain’t recognize the man in the mirror, i think we’ve met
ah that’s nostalgia the beat projects
remember young me, watching family matters on cbs
used to think, i was more stefan than steven-esque
i still chase laura around just imagining she’s success
and share fleeting moments of happiness, sandwiched between regrets
why everything gotta be so deep? why i can’t just get on here and talk sh-t?
why i always forget details? why i’m so focused on the whole thing?
why i always fall in love, why, can’t it be no strings?
excuse my selfishness, faith’s belief without evidence
and action’s the line between knowledge, and intelligence
like when i read 48 laws of power and aspired to be everything i rebel against
peep the relevance
most people are people people, i only talk ideas
but most are followers, watch who you call ya’ leaders
probably die by my entourage of dorados like pancho villa
on a march of freedom, singing don’t cry for me argentina
like martin’s speech this a call to dreamers
before i recant and call it naive, before my blood’s spilled in the street like aquafina
put a lot of myself in my art like frida
we all wake up and play our part in this cosmic theater
that or we mindlessly drifting
she only smoke cigs when the anxiety’s crippling
we both misfits in society’s vision, some dying to fit in others try to be different
can’t tell if i’m neither or both
can’t tell if i’m neither or both
they said you reap what you sow
just plant seeds and see it as growth
spring

- illmac

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