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letra de i-64 - tyván

[verse 1]
windows tinted, wind blows timid
vintage vivid, mystic image
worst critics come from uncivil villages
’til the wheels fall off, yeah, i’m off the pivot
full warning, this is not a gimmick
work with i’m given, but there is no limit
don’t believe in clocks, i can die in minutes
a rent-free tenant in life is how i live it
chasing pavements, late night arrangements
muted exchanges, fluid engagement
rooted enslavement, universal statement
my word will always be heard, engrave it
seat belt adjusted, speakers are busted
my brakes are rusted, but alignment trusted
no breaks, even when my peace is disrupted
my train of thought will always be conducted
[verse 2]
drawn to the lights, no ill-stration
gliding with the kites, no meditation
high off life, no medication
i’ll never put on a show, no syndication
condensation represent
the steam of anger, what i resent
but i no longer hold onto the past
cause the present is a present, tranquility at last
so, i turn my wiper blades on
and i put my darkest pair of shades on
even when the blue sky fades dawn
life is a maze, no days gone
let bygones be bygones
don’t feed the snakes, don’t feed the pythons
be a king, defeat all the eight p-wns
my name is tyván, a future icon

[verse 3]
in my own lane like an intersection
never left, i’m in the right direction
in the mirror is the best reflection
traveling afar like astral projection
my gear, you can never shift it
my hood, it should be uplifted
the city i was raised in is too gifted
home is where the heart is, i can’t be evicted
the weight that i hold, can’t procrastinate
my drive, i put it in accelerate
any chance that i can excel, i take
lemonade from sour lemons is what i make
can’t fake the funk like i don’t have baggage in my trunk
nothing peaches and cream like an atlanta dream
sometimes i feel stuck in mud like my rims ain’t clean
but then i flip the page over like a magazine
[verse 4]
don’t gotta say too much, i got the midas touch
don’t hesitate to jump, this ain’t double dutch
goin’ on and on, like it’s such and such
no excuses, no if’s, and’s, or but’s
autumn leaves blowing in the autumn breeze
all your worries, make all them leave
ridin’ down i-64
content with the dents in my door

- tyvan

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