Pagua Sanfa

Not what I did but what I left undone

Only hope about to go into eternal sun

What a fear be the heir thirty years a climb

Grip your hair and I don't care I wreck it every time

Grip your neck and I don't check if it being in the right

Butterflies are in my chest I let it on the mic

Soul that suffers most I guess that be my ghost

While I sit on stars and make the tracks flow

Tell me who you are and why you lying why you lying

I can see a mile sphere across the burning sky