paroles de chanson Terminal Altitude - Raynk

What I'm feeling this, nah
What I'm feeling this time, what I'm feeling this time, what I'm feeling this time
Nah, what I'm feeling this time
What I'm feeling this time, what I'm feeling this time, what I'm feeling this time

It ain't, come from the sky, It ain't come from divine
It came out the fye, I came for the ride, lonely and wise
The difference we'll see if it matters in time

Matter don't I, to I, but matter to some, so sorry to say
Keep seeing visions, bloody grains of sand
Where my brains blown, where the, tide breaching
I can't lie, it gets dark way before evening

When you can't even take care of your own feelings
Parked a lot, steaming, no traffic, just in an empty spot
Broken down in the hot box, like bones in a stone oven
Only real killers know the whole something

This life a, whole lot of nothing
My soul can confirm that pain has been passing
A point of turn back, don't know if I'll ever recover
From all of these setbacks, let downs, and lost lovers

We could've been something way bigger
But I guess I ain't pull the trigger quick enough
So you found another, I was thinking
Shooters gon' shoot, but my shit jammed

Now my mouth on mute, what the fuck, man
Need to pursue some new avenues
Before I end, front page of the news
Sorry I'm always so blue

But so is my sky, so don't get it twisted
I love living, I'm just stating
My spirit missing and that twin flame extinguished
Plus I'm rare, so going extinct

Relinquished from this flesh vessel
Inevitable, I don't wanna settle
But it always settles in
I may never have this one chance again

Not even in a toxic sense
More like shit, man
Sooner than later, this world gon' end
So I'd rather not waste and wait till later

To get locked in with a miss
My girl, a woman, this chick, a bitch
If you look for companionship
Some people, just don't get it

Is what it is though
So much deeper than physical or even mental
Seen so much of the reaper, sense his presence instrumental
No way all these omens incidental

No way I can focus on a better life
Without the pad and pencil
Without skating least once a week
Without Mary Jane, like seven times a day

Without my sis reminding me
I'ma get the fame if I stay
On the chosen path, fuck holding back!
Open up, let em know my heart where the home is at

Cause all I ever wanted was to help
Do for others what I want, done for me
Guess I need some help myself
Guess I should probs see a therapist

Been impaired by embarrassment
Bearing sins on sleeves with ease-ls
It's a pain-ting, get it out by getting at it dude
Really wanna say, fuck a doom attitude

But line between pursue and screwed
Barely discernible
By the time you sent your love
I was a dove out the terminal

Found peace in flight till the altitude
Turned terminal, we turning back
Going down or burning up
Till it's all resolved, or we dissolve