Alex Auld - Cinder lyrics

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Alex Auld - Cinder lyrics

[Produced by Alex Auld] [Intro: Jayke Pallatt] Gonna go somewhere This is the future am talking about Future Lets feel the future man Its about to get real [Verse: Jayke Pallatt] It doesn't seem real to be this kind of man Rise of the celebrity no longer a fan Give me a hand Im climbing out the sand Hear my words spreading across the land Its crazy Ive finally found my purpose Treating the world like my backyard circus I stand there feeling like I'm on fire The realisation Im a rap messiah Looking back had nothing were shuffling Were been buffering holding something Let it go so the world can see The kind of man I thought we'd always be Open my hands I set myself free I get everything It's all about me When your at the bottom theres only one way up No holding back I don't give a f** [Verse: Alex Auld] Optimised visions that occupy my head Interruptive colors now cause all I see is red I descend smoke rising and starts to lift Facial features decline my eyes keeping up with the drift Amuse Thoughts starts filling up the entire room Hiding behind smoke trails letting ideas loom Its hollow at the bottom try ascending to the top From one point with others they'll never let me drop Might shine bright but burn like the sun Back and fourth join the night the evenings far from done Thinking what could of been seen looking critical A meniscal I'm off in the distance my highs the pinnacle On my way before I'm reaching four score People wanna be involved I should give them the tour Struggling to comprehend what people pretend to be Eventually envy's gonna be peoples enemy [Verse: Jayke Pallatt & Alex Auld] What the f**ing is going on with my mind Why don't these people understand my kind Hand me the microphone plug it into the amp Am here am a rapping peoples champ You can't go any higher than the top Am flying up I notice the stop Am engulfed Im no longer sober Im done I'm letting my boy take over Moving on the eight I think I'm gonna call it Raise your hands in the air your listening to an audit Now I'm down to six start pulling out some tricks Breaking locks off bars nobody can fix Moving down the grid only left with four Adding in pages am a new folklore Left with another line that I can spit to Nights nearly finished another day I got through