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letra de saturnday dream - paranom

[intro] 2x
it’s like
it’s like
the beat feels like this
it’s like
(yeah, yeah)
it’s like this
(yeah, yeah)

[verse 1]
livin’ life within the trappings of a free style
with taste beyond this world
was born a meek child
so what is there to seek now?
less inches on your seat now
you either fall or rise above the coldness of the deep sound
devised within the silence
from knowin’ that it at least was
the other side of wildness that’s peace
cuz never a beast could
defile this insurrection
next tell the young progressive
to activate the tech within they mind
a chirp to the blind is a message
with the eye within the sparrow apparel
to bone marrow akinned unleavened
delicacies of heaven
you not invading my kingdom
the proof could walk on this beverage, tips
hawks and the feathers that dips the hottest of embers that rip
through every breath of my lungs
sometimes i blaze in the sticks
so let the connection be sprung
the quantum world in the midst
while the vibes is brushing my waves
i know i felt a light kiss
clairsentient grace ain’t feelin’ no dystopian bliss
it’s like this //

[hook]
roll a saturnday dream
stigmas of the human being
another morning 16 (7)
so come decode it for a g
my n-ggas holdin’ for the cream
so roll a saturnday dream
self realize your being
come decode for a g

[verse 2]
who the f-ck writin’ rumors of war
just to erase love?
i’m gettin’ drunk with it
just to throw it back into nature
so see these crooked hands scribble the souly bible
blood in my eyes that i read with is just survival
it’s
fightin’ with gravity while others build their idolness
just fallin’ for the temptress
that keep you stuck with an idle kiss
you would be that n-gga
hangin’ under trees for the chips
hope is a strategy just providing your hopelessness
yo it’s cool to be holy
but audacities of mine
only wholesomeness hold me in resonance
complete evidence only
false kings with they cronies
i’m spittin naked and boney
for a bustle by musclin’ for rewards the system sold me
every day is the old me
cuz sun might rise in the future
to suture visions of stretchin’ out
gettin’ stoned with medusa
with a hanging sentence branded onto the sheets of klansmen
that said i prefer to torment this world
while my n-ggas dancin’
yeah

- paranom

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