D J Жэка Kiss To Risk

Risk to risk, no safety net
Mind goes left, I dodge the dead
Yeah, black, glass, fast cash, midnight, mathematics
Cold facts, coded contracts
Thoughts turn acrobatic
Back room, black suit, blueprints in my brain
I mean, pressure, look precious
Make a setback look like game
Tick tock, wrist lock
Time bends when
I get to
Mind sharp, eyes dark
Every thought gets in a fine print
Tight grip, microscope
Big vision, I don't make random moves
I manufacture decisions
Wrist talk
Wrist watch
Seconds getting thin
I lose once
Use once
Turn the loss into a winner clock
Twist
Logic fix
Paradox in motion
I put chaos in a box then
I send it as emotion
Gold wound
Gold moon
Colors start to fracture
Words split
World shift
Every thought gets captured
Left lane
Right brain
Both collide and spark
I can see the different doors when
I'm staring at the dark
Bend the frame, lose the map, running the game
Step too close, then
I shift
One small move, watch it flip
Kiss the wrist, kiss the wrist
Twist and twist and flip the flip
Bite the pipe and light the lid
Fall hard
I make it hit it
Look the loop and break the loop
Don't think
I'm lost, I'm taking it