Frets Lyrics – Jon Estrada
Singer: Jon Estrada
Title: Frets
〈Verse〉
Got a lot of frets, not a lot of time
Wring my own neck, play it for you live
Toxic concoction brought to boil
Degree of separation like water and oil
And victor always quick to reap the spoils
No use tilling weak soil
Kept loyal to a fault, always had space in the vault
Space cadet, up above a blue angel jet
Thought i had a clue, now we playing chess
Tell the truth, always gon be someone saying save your breath
Who you listen to knowing no one know what duration left
So take aim and place bets
No limit to what you can manifest if you get that dragon out your f#cking chest
Chasing something you ain’t nevеr met
Only ever running on imprеssion
Never time to factor in intent
How to figure out the right questions
Going over notches on your belt?
How much of you hiding under pelt?
Something you ain’t never ever felt
Tough shell gotta let it melt
Two seconds flat back to yourself
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