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letra de angel numbers - mistake of color

[chorus]
savior x3, but i found him deep within
i manifest the later, but i’m burdened with a sin
’n burnin’at the skin, so i act upon a whim, while i pray that my ideas will be carried by the wind
i know one day i’ll win, if that day isn’t today, or tomorrow, or the day that follows, then i’ll try again
hurtin’ wit’ the pen that i hold between my limb
know it’s awful, but i view this notebook as my only friend

[verse 1]
cause the truth is hard to swallow when you barely make amends
’n life can be so awful that you prayin’ that it ends
i find i often wallow in the pain that i resent
start to look upon the sky, ‘n ask if this was heaven sent

wonder why god put me on the path that i am in
lonely evеryday, i start to shield myself from him
drift away until i can’t escapе angelic hymns
that i hum when i’m awake because they view me through a lens

that i can’t see
so while i search in grief
desperately, tryna shape my own reality
i can hear the angels, callin’, reachin’ out to me
w/ every number that they give, so i can really read

beyond the surface, ‘cause i swear they want me to achieve
this divine vision that they’ve given out in secret
i keep it, every syllable i’m speakin’
i know that it was given for a reason
i call
[chorus]
savior x3, but i found him deep within
i manifest the later, but i’m burdened with a sin
’n burnin’at the skin, so i act upon a whim, while i pray that my ideas will be carried by the wind
i know one day i’ll win, if that day isn’t today, or tomorrow, or the day that follows, then i’ll try again
hurtin’ wit’ the pen that i hold between my limb
know it’s awful, but i view this notebook as my only friend

[verse 2]
speak into existence… although i never got a chance, or a say, if i should be existin’
askin’ do it make sense that god should keep on hurtin’ me
tells me that he loves me, but he’ll burn me for eternity

for actin’ out on manly desires that i inhibit
because the laws of nature he designed have started hittin’
i tried my best to be a servant, but that wasn’t workin’, so i’m rebellin’ through verses, and the stories that i’ve written, it’s sickenin’

like the second girl who tried to play me (yeah)
our future was a maybe, but i keep matchin’ wit’ crazy (yeah)
it’s mainly…me, ‘cause really, i get too involved
i keep speakin’ on myself, and then let these layers fall and dissolve

really turn my back against the wall
i get attached, then detach myself, i get withdrawals
try to call, when that ain’t enough, begin to stall
‘cause i know that she don’t want me, so i return to the start
issa vicious cycle, but it’s made for a vicious psycho
i know that i ain’t normal, and any day i just might go
off the deep end, ‘n purposely fall off the tightrope
that i be in,when i be dreamin’ of a title

i’ve be geevin’, or givin’, you know how life goes
ups ’n downs, every turn around, issa recital
they won’t take me serious until i’m next to michael
but please don’t say i never warned you that i would hit my goals

[outro]
and then we let the beat
ride out, ride out
ride out, ride out
ride out, ride out
ride out, ride out
ride out, ride out
ride out, ride out
ride out, ride out

- mistake of color

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