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Central Park Light & Raw Truth 1 by hayden

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Central Park Light & Raw Truth 1 by hayden - R&B / Trap Fusion music cover art

Central Park Light & Raw Truth 1

R&B / Trap Fusion

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I wanna bring the world to your door Not the Hollywood version, the path we take
Leaves us together, weather apart Like one moment to views, you bring softness
With a bunch of the face One time September
I feel it in my chest, that's your target I hope you miss, cause I miss you like light
in the dark Walks in Central Park
Leaving a well-lit room goes dark When you ain't in it, it's dark
Cloud falls to the floor when you walk out The blunt goes out, the oxygen runs low
And these iron lungs, when I can't breathe
Instinct brushed, almost closed Like my eyes at night on the way home
When all I can think is you I miss you like light in the dark
Walks in Central Park Leaving a well-lit room goes dark
When you ain't in it, it's dark The smoke drops down, the room grows cold
When you walk out the door, the door The blunt goes out, the air runs deep
My desire burns, when I can't breathe
Instinct brushed, almost closed A rubber wall that keeps us close
Even when the miles feel like diverging You soften me, then let it draw to the face
September's in my chest, a marker for a dark time
A memory I can't erase Small things float into the silence
Circles of the way you move Every little ordinary moment turns to proof
Every breath is a search for you I chase the space you left behind
In crowded rooms, your absence is a sound That keeps repeating in my mind
You bring sadness and throw the strike That wakes me up and keeps me real
I hold a hint of September Like a postcard that I fear
I miss you like light in the dark Walks in Central Park Leaving a well-lit room goes dark
When you ain't in it, it's dark The smoke drops down, the room grows cold
When you walk out the door, the door The blunt goes out, the air runs deep
Bad at you, I ain't feeling it anymore You's a whore, back the store, 24
Next call, out the back, girl, for ten dollars
You sucking this cock, watching the clock Time is short, life is long, then fuck it
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