Traces
Flash, across my mind (Traces)
Stuck, on space and time (Traces)
Trapped, I cannot lie (Traces)
Traces, ain't friends of mine (Traces)
How can I take a right place in this space
Mad face when I race in this maze I call brain?!
I feel strain so I bark like a stray dog
Pain can come, still run like Usain Bolt
Come on! I let the rain drop down
I will shine like a May sun, a spark in the dark
Can't check freedom in the ways I can choose so I
Check freedom when I choose the right boost
I'm on a full line, I stack my weather
Payin' tax for better, study Marx and Weber
Always on the loose and my race got clever
No more sendin' letter, start fax my level
Now I follow dark codes like Dexter
They let me run faster, save from disaster
I broke bad like Cranston
In line with my tension, feel like I remastered
I begin to fill my run with nerve rack states
One for my rates, two times and I fade away
Foam-lined so I don't make mistakes
I got a string of manners installed in my night waves
Once again, I'm the one to defeat
Misfit for my space and indeed, I will change face
Translate my thoughts in full action
The only way I know I can get satisfaction
Yo, I got my reflection
Rearview is workin', I passed an intersection
Session's been good this morning, cast a glance
Spit truth in the booth, dude P speak arrogance
Hands on the wheel, blood in my eyes for real
Catch me on a bad mood, all black, could be dressed to kill
Drivin' with my mind busy, fried like bacon
Yellow, red please wait a bunch of seconds
White stripes on the concrete
Remind me of my first flame, brake and foot meet
Ila Ila, the cocaine hitter
Hope you're clean now honey, you fuckin skeezer
And what about my homeboy D, such a cynic
Refused to be a father, left a waste in a clinic
I still spin it, now got visions of my sister
She lost a son in her womb, find a lil peace now
Fuck it, shoulda pressed the pedal quicker
Tomorrow I'm in a hospital, I already crossed my fingers
It kills me, it kills me not
Did I read the last medical report? I forgot
Stop! Shit I'm on the wrong trace
Gotta get my crib fast before the dawn breaks
Home sweet home, closing doors behind my back again
My refection at 4,42 a.m
Stuck, on space and time (Traces)
Trapped, I cannot lie (Traces)
Traces, ain't friends of mine (Traces)
How can I take a right place in this space
Mad face when I race in this maze I call brain?!
I feel strain so I bark like a stray dog
Pain can come, still run like Usain Bolt
Come on! I let the rain drop down
I will shine like a May sun, a spark in the dark
Can't check freedom in the ways I can choose so I
Check freedom when I choose the right boost
I'm on a full line, I stack my weather
Payin' tax for better, study Marx and Weber
Always on the loose and my race got clever
No more sendin' letter, start fax my level
Now I follow dark codes like Dexter
They let me run faster, save from disaster
I broke bad like Cranston
In line with my tension, feel like I remastered
I begin to fill my run with nerve rack states
One for my rates, two times and I fade away
Foam-lined so I don't make mistakes
I got a string of manners installed in my night waves
Once again, I'm the one to defeat
Misfit for my space and indeed, I will change face
Translate my thoughts in full action
The only way I know I can get satisfaction
Yo, I got my reflection
Rearview is workin', I passed an intersection
Session's been good this morning, cast a glance
Spit truth in the booth, dude P speak arrogance
Hands on the wheel, blood in my eyes for real
Catch me on a bad mood, all black, could be dressed to kill
Drivin' with my mind busy, fried like bacon
Yellow, red please wait a bunch of seconds
White stripes on the concrete
Remind me of my first flame, brake and foot meet
Ila Ila, the cocaine hitter
Hope you're clean now honey, you fuckin skeezer
And what about my homeboy D, such a cynic
Refused to be a father, left a waste in a clinic
I still spin it, now got visions of my sister
She lost a son in her womb, find a lil peace now
Fuck it, shoulda pressed the pedal quicker
Tomorrow I'm in a hospital, I already crossed my fingers
It kills me, it kills me not
Did I read the last medical report? I forgot
Stop! Shit I'm on the wrong trace
Gotta get my crib fast before the dawn breaks
Home sweet home, closing doors behind my back again
My refection at 4,42 a.m
Credits
Writer(s): Flavio Carnevale
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