Purple Sun - It's Just The Beginning

Whisky on my scars
I don't see them, shit tight
Shot straight heart (last year in)
Bullet time (for your loss)
Pussy boy I beat you down the line (I'll be down)
Pussy toy I am jerking off my mind (shoot my mind)
I got the keys, hey
Living quiet, time to stop it
Say I'm crazy
You can shoot me, I'd still feel amazing
The world has got its plans, I tricked
The deal I mixed the stems, long nights
No peace, produced the beats
Mastered it, no, bitch I never miss
Burning blue face
I'm like blue whale in the food chain
Don't try to compare
Like "Cool J" in a Gap campaign
Fed the pace
My 2 tattoos kept me sane
Freed my pain
Knowing I'd never feel the same
I'm like felony, Hate but still watch me
Hit them with concrete
"Y a pas de sorcellerie
Démons m'applaudissent
Je rallume l'incendie"
I'm moving by the hook
Hitting glory, need a truce
1st, don't give a deuce
Delete me, no place for excuse
Adjust, pressure on my chest
I know, okay
I know the price to pay
Oh Lord, it goes
1 for the passion, 1 for the bread
1 for all the stumbles, 1 for the shame
1 for the corpses, fakes that I left
No I wish I did
Now get the fuck out my way
Bunch talking about achievements
Whispering at your ears what you can do best
When they are just fleeing from their own fears
Bitch
You see me acting different
When I just wrote a legend
Money your only segment
Memories make the difference
Shawty in my section
Shawty never missed
See you by sessions
Yeah I've been missing missing
Hey, going 100 I can't feel
Fast car, speed
For a while I feed my grief
Off sync
I know the tide is like a whim
Messing life dreams
Till there is nothing left of it
I kinda gave, kinda shown
What's on the bottom of my soul
From this body I'm a guest
That just pretend to ignore
Vanity door
Before I'm back to the worms
I am pouring drugs just to explore
If there is really nothing more
(Lightings of the store) I don't glorify the use
(Lighthouse from the shore) But to skip it would be a mistake
(6 foot 7 foot) Feel my limbs up to my core
(New step, raincheck) If I can break a secret door
"Je vois les gimmicks, je vois les rôles"
I am giving, none
But chain remorse to the one listening
I'm dodging wages, out the chains
Roll up my sleeves
Blew me out, made me weak
Like the fury of my weeks
I'm passing out at the crib
Hickey's traces from my "djinns"
And I bounced for a year
Making more than 10 will do
And I learned bout' myself
More than any job gonna prove
Cir-cle never been tighter
Miss your shot I cut you off I'll be
On the road to stardom
With or without joy

Written by:
Chems-Félix Joly

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