Campana & Nia Ilyssa - Dot XO lyrics

Nia (intro): Kiss your neck slide softly down your skin Feel that xo, feel that xo Fast paced, interlace your sin within Feel that xo, feel that xo Verse: Im so glad you found your peace When I'm still struggling to get there In world where finding love can be so sweet Or damn well be a nightmare When you find a beating heart And you sync up with it's rhythm Cradle it to the grave As a new chapter is written Relax your mind And let the storm rain over Patiently wait sing Hymn wade in the water You're not the only one Who's meant to see the light Campana: Tendencies of insomniacs Ganja hit a dead end it's a cul-de-sac Coming with the change like a laundry matt Got the game in a frame, and I'm hanging that On the wall in my brain, won't forget that It's my main motivation just to get there In that main constellation cause I fit here n***a, I'm a star, "Oh you are? Where's your chain, and your car? Damn shame, where's your rings? and your tab at the bar?" Below 21, can't even sit there Age of 21 I'mma have my fair share Of knowledge, graduate college Know you drew the line way behind, so I crossed it Mind so confined to the mosh-pit Revelation with my conscious Demonstrating a way just to get beyond it Ok on occasion, I'm caving inward Words that I'm placing, got me adjacent To dreams that I'm chasing, facing windward Demon I'm facing, came to incur Sunk that ship, dropped the anchor It's in my nature, to soar like canker Give thanks to the baby, born in the manger Even in the darkness, see no danger Nia (Chorus): Kiss your neck slide softly down your skin Feel that xo, feel that xo Fast paced, interlace your sin within Feel that xo, feel that xo Outro: After d**h the mind goes on Will you carry a past engraved with harm So we dial up trust from out last resort But did you really ever tame the main cause from the start? Boulder after rocks, after an earthquake shock How were you blind to pit, where you'd fall to the locks? But it's all to waxy now, can't see through the gla**, were caving now He chance went by for your questions how You stuck in the mess of countless fouls Where's your and-one? Put your bet in the wrong team now this life is done It's on to the next one, mancala, son I'm pebbles to these crips, eat ya oatmeal son I'm changing gears, this road's been run No miles here, just relayed fun