Lyrics: ZIKI D
Music: ZIKI D
Southside trip for brand new page
Humid air the freckle face
This is all of my little grace
See that watch its nine o’clock
Looking the stars are night’s chalk
I really want myself to join
Leave me alone today
Past are all wrong I say
I ain’t always free
Just give me some place with my music
Windy night, so windy the night
I feel dizzy finding clutch
Feel like I’m drinking too much
Take off my sick camera
Shooting star
I’m shooting a star
Shoot it like a photograph
Shoot it like super nova, the super nova
I am not okay (Feels like I’m riding on )
It never fades away (The purple color second day dream)
Trippin mystery
Let my torture stay
I like ice lemonade
Just take a sip and make my day
Blue hearts are full of hate
I’m kicking ass but step no pace
Drop out anyway
It’s everywhere It’s anywhere
Oh my bottleneck is black
And It’s stucking
Let me out
Running athlete
Running out late
Running athlete
Running out too late
Running out of fear and pain the losing game
Running out of tears and sorrow the roles I play
running escape
running is tame
It is a lonely week so nothing else
It is a lonely place so no one else
It is the only time to be myself
But I hate myself
I’m running on the street
Floating over the gates
And I was so elated
The night’s my stage
I was on the street
Floating over the gates
And I was so elated
The night is still my stage