The Stylistics
Last Remarks
[Hook: x2]
So many sins I left in the wind
Many missed wins I had to forgive
I let the bliss whiz past me again
L was pissed cause I went drinking again

[Verse 1]
I was broken, now it’s worse gotta look for a friend
Only time I had it clear, when I was seeing my end
Embracing losses getting sick to pretend

I faced my conscience felt weak to the pulse
In the mirror stood to looking at the root of my woes
The more love comes, death’s smiling too
And she wanna be close

And I fear most people out to hurt mе
Be the ones in my hopеs

Only time you’ll see me in-box
Is when I’m dead
Only time you’ll see me with knots
Is where there’s dread
Caught me hands down
Opposed to staying fed
Fell from below the highest of crowns
And now It’s scary times

Mind borders suffocating
Gotta tear these lines
Past catching up to fears
I gotta press rewind

[Hook: x2]
So many sins I left in the wind
Many missed wins I had to forgive
I let the bliss whiz past me again
L was pissed cause I went drinking again

[Verse 2]
I crossed my heart, hoped to die
Since seventeen but I’m still alive
Been buying dreams since my real life went sour
I still hope the captain of my life takes power

So many sins, I
Left in the wind, I’m
Fearing to miss

Next year, gotta evade the abyss
When it’s clear, overtake n***as
Afraid to take their feet from the brakes
And this year:
Took L’s, but so well

And this year:
Saw hell but without fail
Still maintained a straight f*cking face
In the jail-
My mind made for me
The taste went savoury
The fame afraid of me
I gotta pray for me

Yeah, I gotta pray for me

I gotta pray for me

[Interpolation]
[Epilogue]