Ghostown - Accordéon (feat. Dj KIRSA)

The morning rolled off me, as I downed a black coffee
My vision stay misty, stay sticky like toffee
My girl stays cross at me, cos I don't know the cost to be
Living this life, like this mission is lost to me
Im 20%, still not paying my rent
But im staying unbent, swaying on my fence
I'm undecided, at the place where im resided
Which the government provided
So why you try and hide it
I'm like 20,000 under
Every time I blunder, I wonder
When I'll light the sky up with the thunder
Im singing "aye currumba" as I waken from my slumber
Success is like the lottery
I pick a random number
So welcome to the twilight
I'm checking out the skylight
Im checking out the nightlight
Checking out my eyesight deteriorating
Lost in my own delirium, deleraelium
Living inside the aquarium
So breathe in with me, and lets see where the story is
Skip to the good part, and get to where my glory is
Emerging victorious, that much is obvious
Hard to be a real man in this rap land misogynist
Hard to keep moving as im walking through the boggiest
Hard to keep moving as im walking through the boggiest
Of waters, thinking of stuff you never thought of
Stored in the back of my mind like some sort of
Art exhibition, with some parts looking missing
Im talking to your mind, but there's just parts of you that listen
So hark what you spitting, as you sit and reminisce
And i spark my ambition, and reload my ammunition
In the dark I will glisten like a poacher going fishing
I spark my ambition, and reload my ammunition
In the dark I will glisten like a poacher going fishing
I spark my ambition, and reload my ammunition
In the dark I will glisten like a poacher going fishing
I spark my ambition, and reload my ammunition
In the dark I will glisten like a poacher going fishing
I spark my ambition, and reload my ammunition
In the dark

Hold back when im waking, shaking
Up your dirty bacon, paying
Double for your rations, mashing
Up your dirty cash-in fashion
Shows it when your faking, shaking
Fists up in my breaking patience
Dont you know im pagan, making
Bridges like a mason, placing
Pieces on my chess board, gets more
Stronger by the hour, power
Tasting sweet and sour, shower
Spits upon my flower, cower
Cover from the residents
The kings and queens and presidents
Bring me to and swallow whole
Break my bones and lose control
To my roots im heathen, breathing
Life into the season, leaving
Traces of what im believing
Traces of the gold im heaving
Scheming of the life I'm leading
Feeding from the world I'm bleeding
Heeding no advice I'm needing
Fearing that nobody is steering

Written by:
RAEL POWELL

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