Lyrics SITA - Nine Seven Pta

I see Visions of Johanna
Glimpse of a living in somber
Vivid remiss of the trauma
Living in bliss in my dogma
Gone away far away now
I kept my youth in revolt as a gift to my honor
But now it's a sigma of drama
Far from a glimpse of nirvana
To memories sipping and glistened dependence
With all of my friends in armada
To facing the L's in Sonata
Moonlight and marijuana
To moments of living this film of tremendous
To live and be young in this saga
But now there's a switching of genre
Coming of age is a goner

Been reminiscing on Summer 16
And I think if I had it around now
Would I want it if I got it?
If it was always, would I bother?
Was all this naivety?
Happiness seemed like a light
That would shine when I found her
Now I'm tryna get the light on
Think that I'm all out of power
I feel the darkness in the hour
Past time's got me timid
I'm having these dreams
But the problem with these is
I've been past a time where I lived them
I no longer think that I'm gifted
Never feeling like a kid again
Now these memories are drifting
Now these memories are

Something in the art of the arc of truth now
I'm barely involved so I gotta move now
So many missed calls, got a lot to do now
This minuscule talk at the wall's the proof now
Something in the art of the arc of truth
Something in the art of the loss of youth

So now I'm repressing depression
Fueled by the drugs in my system
Oh ay, more ayo yay
For this room full of bitches
More dose, more duce, rolled jays
God love my kindred
I feel some hope in my system
God now I'll ride with it
This isn't my purpose but
I'mma try with it
This isn't my worth but for now I'll live it
I'll give it some work then I'mma go
Thrive in it
Just ride with it

Clarity's hitting, this is a transitional period
I'mma be okay!
Blacked out on a Sunday
Passed out on a Monday
It's only a minute, a phase that we live in
This isn't forever, I'm too great!
Blacked out that Monday
Passed Tuesday
This is all you are
This could be forever, you've gone too far
Too much of a good thing, it broke you hard
(A lot can happen around you while you're gonna get caught up in yourself
See for yourself)

Something in the art of the arc of truth now
I'm barely involved so I gotta move now
So many missed calls, got a lot to prove now
Minuscule talk at the wall's the proof now
Something in the art of the arc of truth
Something in the art of the loss of youth