THE ROSE BLOOMS

[Intro]
It's a beautiful ass day and shit
Not a goddamn cloud in the sky

[Verse 1]
Uh, yeah
Sunlight shining, storm is over
Done with hiding, I got closure
New assignments, I’m the poster
Now I’m rhyming for the culture
Bitch
No more cold shoulders
Embracing every minute owning
And taking every little omen
All I got to show it
Clear skies, perfect weather
Weary eyes, that’s been severed
New ties, they been tethered
I’ve arrived for the better
New guy, I been heading
Towards the ending of that tunnel
Uh
Cause when I went in I just fumbled
Yeah
No more cloudiness, the Loch Ness shit is nonsense since
I been on top of this, no consequence is knocking this
I just got this new outlook on life
No more counting crooks all night
And when I see em, ain’t no more pouncing took on sight

[Hook]
Every night becomes day
Every might becomes slain
Sunny sights come from rain
And insights train your brain
When the storm has been cleared
All the flowers reappear
From that crack in the tomb
The rose blooms

[Verse 2]
Every insecurity turn to maturity
Not urgently, cause time’s the main ingredient for cures to breathe
There’s no more debts to me, carelessly living tension free
So effortlessly turned depression scenes to go and set me free
I know the recipe, waiting is so important
And sentimentally, you can’t even just force it
The equation was time deterioration and experience
But wait, the side that you can’t face, comes alleviation
There’s no pleasure without pain
There’s no measures to this game
There’s no efforts you can take
Just gotta press until you break
Sunrise outside, the birds is chirping
Parting skies the perfect version
Through my life my tides are turning
No catharsis to be searching
I’ve gained a new perspective
Positive introspections
Obviously accepting
Sending a top message
No more offensive comments causing some oppression
Cause I’m no longer in the depths and
Pausing for my Atantis

[Hook]
Every night becomes day
Every might becomes slain
Sunny sights come from rain
And insights train your brain
When the storm has been cleared
All the flowers reappear
From that crack in the tomb
The rose blooms