Chorus: Searching an exit…
1st Verse: Reached highest limit. A legacy has to be finished. Next step is mimic psychology physic, which is follow intrinsic motivation instinct. Hispanic-gringo gotta utilize the gizmo to conceivably get out of the limbo. I enjoy mount to a new vision. Just want wishful thinking bound to fruition. Don’t wanna rely exclusively on college and menial job associating patience. Both were justifiable acceptance when I was acting vagrant, but now I build a road pavement to leave archaic chapter enslavement. My artistry will never be fully greatness. What matters is that I finally able to do what I love placement coming out of the basement providing powerful statements rewarded moderate payment is truly a haven finding more amazement. It is time to say my yesteryears’ path…adios…
(Short) 2nd Verse: Little bit complacent. Just without been flagrant. Am feeling like maven possessing artistic expression fragrance. (X2)
Chorus: I did everything that I can, I tried.
Chorus: Adios
