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Singapore - Judeo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
It is my prayer
Passport stamp
No air space
Run the lights on the bed like a bracelet
Balcony view city laid on the blanket
Gold chain swinging in the glass elevator
Room key flex but I'm moving like a stranger
Room service tray on the couch half faded
Ice in my cup watch it glow when I raise it
Checks on red with the skyline talking
Bare feet on the floor, then I'm outside pacing
Singapore
I just came to feel too rich in my old life
Slow pour let it drip let it drip on my cold side
I've been trying to leave my past at the door
But if I don't reach Singapore
Yeah if I don't reach Singapore
Black car slide through the rain slick tunnel
Middle run light but the crowd move subtle
New time zones but the same old pressure
Chain got weight but the doubts weigh extra
Suit on crisp but my heart untailored
Bills paid off still I feel unpaid for
Everybody toast to the view to the night I just toast to the kills
Survive for real
High floor low move curtains half open
Whole world small from this height I'm floating
Touch screen safe but my mind ain't locked
All these shines to the shadows talk
Say my name in the glass and that goes
Every win got a ghost in the bevel
If I leave would it feel like before
Why am I stuck in the sweet in Singapore
Singapore
I just came to feel too rich in my old life
Slow pour let it drip let it drip on my cold side
I've been trying to leave my past at the door
