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letra de yin - ryan boloix

(verse 1)
locked eyes with the devil, he initiated
kinda hard to turn away when the words are painted
lilacs laced like my funeral that i attended
tryna find the feelings, the feelings i always meant it
every word i’m supposed to say is supposed to sound like roses sent in
why i feel the most appealing feeling is when i’m sinnin’
why i feel like ignoring but i still always listen
try and be the most committed, so i turn to villain
try and be the most fulfilling person when i fill the room
and where i turn it seems attention always slips into the wound
acceptance is the secondary compliment to feeling full
feel i’m never living up to expectations plaguing you
let me hide my flaws, my lord god i’m begging you
i could never lie to you and still expect the heavens truth
earth should still accept my soul, suck me down, i’ve lost my view
think i heard the crow croak, devil’s lies are piercing through
tears in you are evident, broken hearts will see me through
sucking life as evidence, don’t let darkness turn to night
fight for your survival
scream for your revival
i’m tryna bring us back, better pray we hear the bible

(bridge)
lord!!
they’re tryna take my soul from me
i don’t wanna sell it but life isn’t free

(verse 2)
recently been a stretch to reach performances
make room in the fabric in order to make the chorus fit
watch where mr. horace(horus) is, picking holes in my horoscope
at least now my future seemed to open up
i’m pious now, jesus made me holier than water ducts
i’m filled up with some liquidated purchases
momma said save up some ammo cause i murder sh-t
i’m sorry momma but my god told me to play this way
apparently my lord made it okay for me to aim and spray
sis all gone, faded off of the xanis
stretch to reach pay day, learning from sprained hammies
tryna restrain grammy, she going a bit loca
abuela de cubana she used to the hot coca
father never was local. tried his hardest to raise me
at least that’s what he told me communication was hazy
from hburg to miami it’s hard to receive phone calls
f-ck advice, finding my own life is protocol
playing on top of stages, best out of all the ages
i’ve been hiding away from school and seeking to get famous

- ryan boloix

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