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letra de butterfly monsoon - misty maestro

[verse 1]
christmas
cynical sins asks for forgiveness
december lights up the streets and
miracle laughters light up the chapel, but i ain’t no christian
they ask why the long face and grimace
when you have no ends to meet and
repent when the birds chirp in the pacific region

[chorus]
but through my eyes the sky glooms
when i tunes in these blues
girls swoon but my hear looms in these ruins, and these wounds
when i see her
my instrument is never in tune
my b-tterfly monsoon

[verse 2]
cold december night, tryna put up a fight
a fl!ck of cigarette lights, the ashtray accumulate
a room empty and immaculate, the lonesome reciprocates
guess i’m fed up with these flakes, see through the decorations up in these fakes
they say through these rhymes, i’m raking all hate, taking high road with the pomade
tryna change minds that are all made
it was too late
[chorus]
but through my eyes the sky glooms
when i tunes in these blues
girls swoon but my hear looms in these ruins, and these wounds
when i see her
my instrument is never in tune
my b-tterfly monsoon

[verse 3]
so when the counting days are over
i’d be missing you forever
cause when seeing you is never, i’d might just close my gate and pull the lever
cut the ties and the heart lines sever, memories too faded to remember
but i remember, i lose my grit and the temper, with my heart lines sever, memories too faded to remember
but i remember, i lose my grit and the temper, with my heart that i tampered
with in a cold blue december

[verse 4]
but i’m only human after all, shoot for the standards but it seems like i’m always in the wrong
why can’t i follow my heart like they sing it in the songs
prove that i am worthy of her all along
it’s the calm amongst the chaos, some nights i sit and cry my face off
hate often got me to a place of, downward spiral till i’m faded off
i put the clock in, it ticks but never pays off
love game i treat it like a playoff
tryna be the man in my life but i stand soft
what if i send her that text out of the blue?
a masculine man that don’t play by the rules?
fooled by society and schools, that never walked in these shoes
they be thinking we drowning in booze, but who’s who?
a definitive guide of being cool
flexing on and off swimming pools, acing cues down in table pools
what’s news, insecurities in heart locks like time bombs to defuse
refused to accept standards imbued
confused, as i send her that text overused
she just laughs like we never introduced

- misty maestro

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