Songtexte boulevard (feat. Loop Faction) - Illiterate

What you mean you haven't read the scripture
Jotting frees tryna paint a picture
Know what you need because it rests within ya
And I can feel the stress dripping off of ya back hows that
Rearrange and retract, DNA in the background
Im claiming it back, bad days and a black cloud
Fights til he taps out
The sagas of a small fry
Battling it out he tries to grapple with his foresight
Of course I
Know that when the poor guy left
He was entering a mess he couldn't ever of expected
The depth of adventure
He'd wrestle with the truth
In a cesspit neglecting the essence of his youth
Thats a sentimental clue
So don't spin it around
Grey days he'd mainly spend in his house
Jus pressing buttons tryna figure it out
Its all linear
He don't sleep much
Fish scale smell like vinegar
Telling tales of a little frail faced idiot
The lamest of losers still ingrained in his syllabus
The plot, guess he lost that
Crops yes he got that
Manifested mania in-balanced where his cogs at
Space where the fog sat, a blemish in the sunset
One sec I aint even said he isn't done yet
The cusp, death threats written in blood
Aim for the sun he aint giving it up

We simply counteracting everything you thought was true
Staring at the stars n moon then I thought of you
Sorta blue sought for truth on the morning dew
Sun kissed conundrum at one with this sunken view

We simply counteracting everything you thought was true
Staring at the stars n moon then I thought of you
Sorta blue sought for truth on the morning dew
Sun kissed conundrum at one with this sunken view

I came to revel in a sense of celebration
How you gonna vent if you aint got no ventilation
I been on the mend but lately feel like elevating
Into something greater than myself it feels amazing
So cool down kid, whats your prerogative
Understand your privilege if your blessed with a lot it
If not, put a sock in it im bored of you late bloomers
Same dudes, different shoes n the same rumours
It aint true well maybe it might be
You guys as shady as a grey day
A high speed escape in a pipe dream
Your chasing the hype whilst we aiming at heights high chasing the light beams, I
Like to write rhymes that might make your eyes bleed, five
Diffferent types of white powder in ya ice cream, Im
Only kidding less you like getting highly high
Five dips n fried chicken its a Friday night

We simply counteracting everything you thought was true
Staring at the stars n moon then I thought of you
Sorta blue sought for truth on the morning dew
Sun kissed conundrum at one with this sunken view.

We simply counteracting everything you thought was true
Staring at the stars n moon then I thought of you
Sorta blue sought for truth on the morning dew
Sun kissed conundrum at one with this sunken view.