Screams From the Ledge

Five hundred thirty-one,

the last call at the bar,

Dueña del abismo,

looking at the scar.

Spring Street est vide,

les voix ne s'arrêtent pas,

"Is this the end?",

cerco una mano che mi porti via di qua.

In extremis.

I am the edge,

the war, the plea for the line,

Dueña de la ayuda,

hoping to be fine.

Je t'appelle dans la nuit,

need you to pick up,

"I need a friend",

non lasciarmi a questo cup.

Custodi me.

No cap, it’s the Jameson,

the bump in the dark,

Reclamando mi vida,

waiting for the spark.

C’est pas du brain rot,

c’est la peur de la fin,

I’m 4K at the edge,

sovereign, and needing a hand.

Vocem in deserto.

It ate, the isolation—no crumbs of the ghost,

Soy la soberana,

fighting the most.

Je suis la souveraine qui refuse de tomber,

And that’s the real vibe,

the call to be saved.

Salus mea.

I am the edge,

the war, the plea for the line,

Dueña de la ayuda,

hoping to be fine.

Je t'appelle dans la nuit,

need you to pick up,

"I need a friend",

non lasciarmi a questo cup.

Custodi me.

100% Tiguidou.

Just need to talk.

Hablar.

Parler.

Loqui.

Tiguidou.