paroles de chanson Grey Matter - Xavier Taylor feat. Abbas

I'm a sinning man, but think I'm a prophet when everything goes as expected
I lay down my chips and pray that my bet is protected
I'm a winning man, but only cause that's how I said it
With victory claimed but not where I'm headed
So now it's my morals contrasting the bolded scripture
Powerfully scribed in the past of historical oral mentions
Cowardly hide in the choruses course I just fail to mention
Outwardly orbit round normal but masking my true intention

Inwardly saddened that lies are my basis of how I'm projecting who I really am
Feel like I'm drawing with colors but grey is my matter just check my encephalogram
Painted on canvas with honest reflection this record drawn out in the style freehand
Man I just pray if you listen and hear these confessions and know that it's written in sand

Sands are supposed to reflect to me some vivid colors
But this chapter is grey, so I don't see another
Life is full of matters I still have to uncover
I can sin, I could win, still pit it on the suffer
I can sin, I could win, still pit it on the suffer
I can sin, I could win, still pit it on the suffer
Sands are supposed to reflect to me some vivid colors
But this chapter is grey, so I don't see another
Life is full of matters I still have to uncover
I can sin, I could win, still pit it on the suffer
I can sin, I could win, still pit it on the suffer