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letra de mist burns - savan depaul

[hook]
tossing all the good times and bad times back
ain’t just memories making sh-t hurt
acid rain producing the fog in my path (check, check)
my morning walks gave me the mist burns

[verse 1]
from the fisticuffs to the pick-me-ups
venom-laced ink dipped and designed the insignia
shuffle through the acid rain, this environment gets to ya
clashing endlessly, i’ve seen n-ggas ride just to stick me up
peek via peripheral, finna slice you to viscera
quickly get numb, we succumb and then die from arrhythmia
a paranoia exists within me
afropessimism won’t shift my 16’s
so i walk wherеver nature isn’t burning
chemical fog, my blood boil as hеart churns it
look through the life lens of morally lucky lefty
sh-t i still owe cathy p ten p’s for the best seat in her whip
i’m still bringing asteri on this sh-t
salute to b-money, i didn’t quit
i spend this walk dredging up the past to better explain my present step it away, my bredren

[hook]
tossing all the good times and bad times back
ain’t just memories making sh-t hurt
(ain’t just memories making the sh-t hurt, come on)
acid rain producing the fog in my path
(fog in my path, fog in my)
my morning walks gave me the mist burns
[verse 2]
poetry lessons, oh what a blessing
remixing nurseries as odes to rosa parks and eyedea
i was a rec kid on the spectrum
i sought the belly, could give a f-ck about a nicaea
flashback to stove burns and stairwell accidents
and leaving class early to fight some christian nationalists
shoutout to all those short and awkward relationships
learning the codes of socializing taught me the greatest sh-t
shelved projects weep for light-of-day they’ll never see
best believe … i kept it real in every scheme
at seventeen, i had to see my ex was peeved
at 23, i set the speed and rep the peeps
100% true, if i can be honest
plethora of sketches that i promised
one and only method of refuge from b-n-lity
these walks are escape pods from reality

[hook]
tossing all the good times and bad times back
(toss that sh-t back)
ain’t just memories making sh-t hurt
(they’re just memories, they’re just memories)
acid rain producing the fog in my path
(fog in my path, fog in my)
my morning walks gave me the mist burns

- savan depaul

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