Lyrics Cure - Awate, Turkish Dcypha

Cure

Incantations.
My blood races as her face is approaching mine.
Eyes with a sorry
that we’re closed sign on em
I’ve been the coldest soul in London
The past has slowly made me grow sullen
But my flow’s still gorgeous and you know if I’m recording it’s awesome
When it comes to poetry I’m the Sultan
I’m here to take the lot, not a portion
I won’t deny it
I’m a straight rider
You don’t wanna mess with me
Just close your eyelids, let’s go finding a place called destiny
We’re riding
We’re riding
People are you feeling me?
Black bandana — never had one but I fathom it’s the symbol of hope in the city
where the dragons and the lions run wild
A young child, sentenced to detention everyday in state regression
I came to this country hoping not to get sectioned
And now I’m not sure
I’ve lost thoughts and gained sorrow
I’ve been pained and left hollow
Looking for false tomorrows
I won’t deny it
I’m a straight rider
You don’t wanna mess with me
I’m tired of fighting but I’ll use violence if they come step to me
We’re riding
We’re riding
People are you feeling me?
I’m from where the lost souls keep on fighting.
Apostles of days that are tiring