Andrømeda - T.H.E. L.A.S.T. Lyrics

Lady smiles from the pacing aisles of a gifted kid
Chasing wild aces in my style, feeling lifted hits
Spacing mild in my way of while, waiting for the grave
But I find a file of the infinite
Saving space, always a child in the different
I know today a tile of accomplishments
Grounded waves through the floor, official flip
Anxious paves but I breathe a bit
Getting paid from the pen tip
Thanking grace for my death grip
And I knew it from the jump
I'd be living full of love
Feeling life in my lungs
Brushing clean, like I clung to these memories
Soul singing through the junk
Heavenly going where I want
Shaking hands on a hunt
Totally in a spectral hum
77 suns rotate around the months
New beginnings, first to the last one, yeah
The last one
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Lady smiles from the pacing aisles of a gifted kid
Chasing wild aces in my style, feeling lifted hits
Spacing mild in my way of while, waiting for the grave
But I find a file of the infinite
Saving space, always a child in the different
I know today a tile of accomplishments
Grounded waves through the floor, official flip
Anxious paves but I breathe a bit
Getting paid from the pen tip
Thanking grace for my death grip
And I knew it from the jump
I'd be living full of love
Feeling life in my lungs
Brushing clean, like I clung to these memories
Soul singing through the junk
Heavenly going where I want
Shaking hands on a hunt
Totally in a spectral hum
77 suns rotate around the months
New beginnings, first to the last one, yeah
The last one
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