Interlude
That apartment is empty
All, the doubts couldn't make me
Quit but sometimes I still can't see
Ahead ain't plain death, you wan contest it?
That apartment is empty
All, the doubts couldn't make me
Quit but sometimes I still can't see
Ahead ain't plain death, you wan contest it?
It's the pattern of the tiles
That I stared at for so long
On the bench inside the dire store
I'm waiting for a call
2 percentage till I die 1 percentage you will call
99 percent I'm still, waiting alone
100% you now with a lame,
100% I'm breaking this game,
I'm one with the sand, I'm one with the sand
Bitches be talking, then bend and pretend
I'm in love with a ghost
It's the past, not these hoes,
I surpass, always rose
For my purpose I chose
To be this way to fuck around with my days
Ain't none you save like you say
To be this way to fuck around with my days
Ain't none you save like you say
That apartment is empty
All, the doubts couldn't make me
Quit but sometimes I still can't see
Ahead ain't plain death, you wan contest it?
That apartment is empty
All, the doubts couldn't make me
Quit but sometimes I still can't see
Ahead ain't plain death, you wan contest it?
All, the doubts couldn't make me
Quit but sometimes I still can't see
Ahead ain't plain death, you wan contest it?
That apartment is empty
All, the doubts couldn't make me
Quit but sometimes I still can't see
Ahead ain't plain death, you wan contest it?
It's the pattern of the tiles
That I stared at for so long
On the bench inside the dire store
I'm waiting for a call
2 percentage till I die 1 percentage you will call
99 percent I'm still, waiting alone
100% you now with a lame,
100% I'm breaking this game,
I'm one with the sand, I'm one with the sand
Bitches be talking, then bend and pretend
I'm in love with a ghost
It's the past, not these hoes,
I surpass, always rose
For my purpose I chose
To be this way to fuck around with my days
Ain't none you save like you say
To be this way to fuck around with my days
Ain't none you save like you say
That apartment is empty
All, the doubts couldn't make me
Quit but sometimes I still can't see
Ahead ain't plain death, you wan contest it?
That apartment is empty
All, the doubts couldn't make me
Quit but sometimes I still can't see
Ahead ain't plain death, you wan contest it?
Credits
Writer(s): Alexandru Umbresi
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