Written by Lawriii Craic
Engineered, mixed & mastered by Medulla
Beat by Bitter Rocc.
lyrics
Intro.
// Golden leaves with an amber tint
Burn a rose for some ambience,
Burn the leaves to see the hand i'll get,
Sailing by Byzantium in an abandoned ship.
Martyrdom, who might blow up next?
I see it's hard for some to show up their best,
Like a gun on blast I harpoon the pen
Verse 1.
// I might be dead nah I might be living,
night or day through the light of prisms,
believe in violence if the fights a giving,
behind my eyelids is a silent mission.
I couldn't make this up, welcome to the state of drugs,
awake with cold shakes shaking the bug,
A cold war radio waves Ukrainian.
Burning trees feel the flame for the days to come,
Friday feeling Im a famous son
or maybe it could be the Jameson
and on this page is my native tongue,
I can taste it bud , proven honour is a sacred trust
lose dishonour when the fake is done,
used to move product to blaze it up.
Proper payslips, improper day trips it's non evasive the rate is up,
The razor blade of a generation, the death rays of a laser gun.
I want to cut out nothing but the love i found,
will not become a puppet nor a clown,
got to keep it rugged for my town ,
running round dubbing out the sound
Sense the breeze in my idol mind
like clothes swinging from a washing line
souls ringing out to find the light
with seven crows gone sevenfold.
The tears have disappeared I wiped them dry ,
A real man who never learnt to cry
I'm just saying what the world is missing...
Do you want to know my opinion ?
Chorus.
// It don't really matter , It don't really matter
I'm living this life , I'm living this life
It don't really matter , It don't really matter
I'm living this life , I'm living this life.
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