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Late September Sun
by Rogue
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They say that this could be my crowning moment
So tell me why I feel so paralyzed when crowds are showing
Coz if I analysed where my doubt was going
All of these pennies round amounts but it don't count coz I was bound to blow it
I'm down to throw it like Vick the mic'll surely catch it
Swooping down like Falcons and packing like I'm the Captain
But he ain't Bucky, I soldier winters in these anthems
Avenging all the late nights my psyche cracking
Another time, another place
Maybe I could find some space
I been balancing on razor blades to play the game
May be strange but still I wait for better days
But the smiles never stay and these scars won't ever fade
I was, only young and tryna find a lil' stability
The world turned upside down, since my Grandad left it's killing me
I seen the Grim Reaper cutting down my family tree
And I didn't tell him then that I can't let him come for me
So let me, make it clear I'll cut him back with a broadsword
Playing games with Death but they're traps so its Saw IV
John Kramer in his prime, check the floorboards
You'll scream Uno, then I'll hit you with that draw four
Like what you sore for? This how it always ends
A single light on the stage that's landing straight on my face
But in the darkness there's rage and oh so many dead
Nah this ain't no fucking trend
Nah, this ain't no circus of journalists never learning
You see how they sold Raheem vs. Kane to make their Sterling
How they treated Meghan vs Kate, Windsor's burning
All these papers making their claims while we're still searching for the truth
It's a needle in a haystack these days
You're never gonna find it, if you do then it's fake
The world's on fire, but we're adding to the flames
So even if I make it I'm still counting down the days
Even if I make it I'm still counting down the days
I got one more thing to say
We was soaking up the late September sun
Reflecting on the shit we nearly done
And I was saying imma get that number one
I guess the words just got away from me
Coz soon enough I was cold and losing trust
The hope was dying, think I'm destined for the cut
Stuck in a world where a milli ain't enough
I'm just hoping that you'll pray for me
They say that this could be my crowning moment
So tell me why I feel so paralyzed when crowds are showing
Coz if I analysed where my doubt was going
All of these pennies round amounts but it don't count coz I was bound to blow it
I'm down to throw it like Vick the mic'll surely catch it
Swooping down like Falcons and packing like I'm the Captain
But he ain't Bucky, I soldier winters in these anthems
Avenging all the late nights my psyche cracking
Another time, another place
Maybe I could find some space
I been balancing on razor blades to play the game
May be strange but still I wait for better days
But the smiles never stay and these scars won't ever fade
I was, only young and tryna find a lil' stability
The world turned upside down, since my Grandad left it's killing me
I seen the Grim Reaper cutting down my family tree
And I didn't tell him then that I can't let him come for me
So let me, make it clear I'll cut him back with a broadsword
Playing games with Death but they're traps so its Saw IV
John Kramer in his prime, check the floorboards
You'll scream Uno, then I'll hit you with that draw four
Like what you sore for? This how it always ends
A single light on the stage that's landing straight on my face
But in the darkness there's rage and oh so many dead
Nah this ain't no fucking trend
Nah, this ain't no circus of journalists never learning
You see how they sold Raheem vs. Kane to make their Sterling
How they treated Meghan vs Kate, Windsor's burning
All these papers making their claims while we're still searching for the truth
It's a needle in a haystack these days
You're never gonna find it, if you do then it's fake
The world's on fire, but we're adding to the flames
So even if I make it I'm still counting down the days
Even if I make it I'm still counting down the days
I got one more thing to say
We was soaking up the late September sun
Reflecting on the shit we nearly done
And I was saying imma get that number one
I guess the words just got away from me
Coz soon enough I was cold and losing trust
The hope was dying, think I'm destined for the cut
Stuck in a world where a milli ain't enough
I'm just hoping that you'll pray for me
