RILTIM – Solitude Original Mix

Stop Stop picking through the horizontal blinds I'm waking up incredibly slow Grabbing the heavy gold chain off the mahogany dresser You already know No sirens wailing in the background There ain't no helicopter shining the beam Just the sweet sound of the morning breeze hitting the palm trees Feeling like a lucid dream I lace up the fresh white sneakers Stepping out the front door with my head held high Looking at the neighborhood thinking about how we used to hustle Just to get a little piece of the pie But not today