Lord Nap - Mysterious Ways текст песни

Текст песни Mysterious Ways - Lord Nap




In the heart of the city, where the nights ain't pretty
A soul that glows, pure, without pity
Crystalline clear, like a diamond in the rough
No need for the bluff, this spirit's tough enough
And I'm walking the streets, with a rhythm so neat
Dodging the heat, never facing defeat. No scream
No smoke in the air, no bottle, no pill
Just a natural flair, and an iron-strong will
Chill
Crystalline soul, in a world so cold
No drugs to roll, just goals to hold
This soul's on patrol, pure gold
Shadows of doubt, whispers shout
This soul stands out, transcends everything
Without a doubt
Eyes like the stars, mind clear as a day
No need for bars of a narcotic sway
Through the jungle of concrete, this spirit dances
Taking no chances, with life's advances
A drop of hope, in a sea of despair
Climbing life's slope, with unparalleled flair
No chains, no cages, just freedom and light
Writing new pages, in the dead of night. Clear sight
Through the highs and the lows, this soul never sways
Like a river, it flows, in mysterious ways
Each step I take, I leave a mark
On the paths it makes, smart, out of the dark
A story of resilience, a tale of might
Stride unshaken, in the urban maze, delight
Stride unshaken, in the urban maze, delight. Taken
By illusions unswayed, I'm amazed
A soul unbound, from the chains of vice
I'm living in a paradise
Walking the line, in a world off track
With a shine so divine, there's no looking back
A testament to will, a monument of grace
In a world standing still, they chase, the drugs, the weed
Always in the need of something stronger
Beating the soul with adiction, it wants no longer
No potions, no pills, just an undying need to see
In the midst of life's ills, they find their wrath in me
Walking the line, in a world off track
With a shine so divine, there's no looking back
Walking the line, in a world off track
With a shine so divine, there's no looking back
A testament to will, a monument of grace
In a world standing still, they chase, the drugs, the weed
Always in the need of something stronger
Beating the soul with adiction, it wants no longer



Авторы: Andrej Jesenovec, Lord Nap



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