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letra de chase the sun - sayla

[chorus]
can i ask a favour favour, try to see life from my eyes
can you do a favour? baby don’t cry
i need a change, i need to give chase to the sun
i need a favour girl, wipe your eyes
do me a favour girl, don’t oblige
i need a change, i need to give chase to the sun

[verse]
my poppa was no rolling stone, grew up poor to be rolling stoned
he dreamed of becoming a made man, making it on his own
and he did, but not alone though, he made it with my moms
who grew up poor, a daughter of a jaded man who once had it all, and then
came me, second and last child, only son
started out just making the grades, then mowgli grew up and won a cannes, d-mn
now they all want him, but he doesn’t want them
i’m after the n-bel with a novel, rap for the novelty
rap bout the travesties, the tragedy, the society
i guess that’s me, a soldier of fortune, gin and juice jars on me
cynical laugh, that’s me, not giving a f-ck, that’s me
pretending to have fun in a club, socially awkward in bars and libraries
swallow 5 of these, let me die with ease, wait a minute, what?
heaven or h-ll or whatever, what a wonderful way to get in though, huh?
i’m after the billion mark, alter the way we achillieans are
heels up, keep walking, utopia’s still so far, still so far

[verse 2]
there’s a cold selfish side of me that often haunt my nights
makes me do the cold selfish things that pulls back from the brighter light
by right my might is strong, but what’s the use when the mind is wrong
i’ll write my brighter songs, but first i got to get us through this storm
through these thorns that tear my flesh, and exposes the kid inside of me
as opposed to the notion that deep down my soul, i still got you inside of me, that’s not true, i’m busy checking cheese, cheques in gs over chickadees
look at these, queen bees taking these ds, oh you hustling huh?
nah, he’s hustling ya, tell ‘em
swear to god there’s a devil in me and momma he’s winning me over
i was always the optimist but never believed in four-leaf clovers
i rather be goldless than soulless, godless in a forest that choruses hope
than a fortress of a man-made god with a couple of puppeteers under the cloak
i’m a lining the c-ke while i’m taking a toke, got a ticket to takeoff and never come back
smoke til i choke, glad i’m not dying broke, been gambit as f-ck and i’ve shuffled the deck
motherf-ckers i’m going out in high spirits; hi spirits!
the ride or die spirit, but don’t fear it, high spirits

[bridge]
no, i need no savior. let me go
i need no savior. let me go
i need no savior. let me go.(oh momma, momma)
i need no savior. let me go.(oh momma, momma)

(oh momma, momma)
(oh momma, momma)
(oh momma, momma)
(oh momma, momma)

- sayla

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