Mind the Gap [Mixed]

[Intro: Alfa Mist]

Mmm, okay

The next station is East Ham. This is a District Line train to Barking

Cool

[Verse 1: Alfa Mist]

I was not prepared

She called me a good person, I was like, "You lost me there"

I got fam in foster care 'cause it wasn't my cross to bear

Lots of prayers long distance, but life's not as fair

For a child with a problem parent

Not comparing or judging, not as caring

Must have lost my bearings

My vision is tunnel, I live in a bubble

But living's enough, I've been in the struggle

So I send Ps, but can't listen to troubles

Forgive me, I love you, but I live a life paved with lies

Every day, I say I'm fine, then lay awake at night

Contemplating ways to fly, but then I stabilise

I stay alive

[Chorus: Alfa Mist]

Take my time

So they only see me in right state of mind

We all rise and decline

I don't want to live a life they designed

Take my time

So they only see me in right state of mind

We all rise and decline

[Verse 2: Lex Amor]

Now, what do I owe? What do I give?

Feel like Babylon owes me everything

Bus stops in winter taught me all about a wish, darg

Feeling, I been feeling things

Demons here, I must've let a couple in

Something for the cold

Something for my questions marks, my yeses and my nos

Is this everything I get?

Spirit feeling it, but my mind a bloody mess

Can't lie my guy, my mind a bloody mess tonight

I think I hit the belly, mazza, mazza, what a mazza

Wish someone would tell me I just woke up in a sweat

Not much I can do to force a happy ever after

I'ma pick the ink, swish my wrist, pray that it connects again

I'm praying it connects

Not sure what I'm doing here, been hoping for the best

Still fidgeting and restless

Consciously in awe of possibility and essence

I just think I need a rest

Would you please give me a sec'?

Tonight, Jigga told me she believes the ends'll make amends

Wish someone would tell me, I been fighting with this passa

Whys, whens, and hows drowning out my father's "Yo"

When I'm cold like everyone I know's known a mazza

Praying Vim'll back it, but jacket's wither in the cold

Should've known, dash my phone

Let me lie down here in silence, man, I'm tired

[Outro]

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