Christyle Lyrics

Fleeting world of fantasies

Escape routes from reality

Misquoted love and charity

Have we faltered?

We fit in and occupy

Designer rules and alibis

What does all this signify

Have we faltered?

Yo we living in a world of sublunary cravings

are we losing out on clarity, have we faltered?

Life so mechanic, chaotic and myopic

misinterpreted, do we get it?

break away from gimmicks, we going

Christyle, It's the new style

Sorta freestyle, bruh that's thug life, hi-five

Not a pro – just so you know

I'm not a holy joe, But against the flow, I will go

Obligatory profanity

Our God sized celebrities

Everything's just vanity

Break away my friend

Fatuous rapture, moral sense abductor

Reckless lifestyles, all vanity factors

Snapping off our minds from worldly systems

taking it to another level,

kicking it off that swagger we going.

Christyle, It's the new style

Sorta freestyle, bruh that's thug life, hi-five

Not a pro – just so you know

I'm not a holy joe, But against the flow, I will go