3rd single of xoPa's 2nd album, "Toronto calling" (2023).

Artist: xoPa
Album: Toronto Calling
Year: 2023
License CC BY-NC
Music and Lyrics: Anxo Peón

LYRICS
Time is what you don’t have, let me help you ...
You know you are locked up, don't be there in the air, 
flying through the sky I go, and I only think of you, 
so put yourself in my position, I know you can get it …

You knew what was happening, I think, haven’t you?
what goes away stays but time is running out.
Oh my god it's the army in the mess and you do it.
You knew what was happening, I think, haven’t you?

Think about the future, all we could do together,
think about what you are, in my life you’re the lights ...

Toronto Calling

3. Haven't You

Just a little happy and funny instrumental pop track for a sunny day (but for any other day too).

A Sunny Day

Une vie – imaginaire, mais pas toujours…
Illustration Alain de Maximy + NightCafeStudio

Sérotonine

TÓMALO AQUÍ

stream/DL;*

C R U S H!

vulnerability and the importance of quality time in strengthening relationships.

One on One

Disconnected Pole

Jarana diplomática

prod. rvn

bounce back,
but a house rat,
was about that,
and pushed up his mental for a route trap,
now was about time i got my roll-
how was a foul line a caught free throw?
well,
this is a cinema,
no aenema,
but fuck dudes in the center,
a sinner at heart,
no kingdom but Sora on charts
i been lookin at Earth like its Mars,
everything around me is falling apart,
i can't help but smile in dark,
i guess that's a start,
money fatter like Blart,
copping whatever comes to my sheets,
shoulda known it was empty receipts,
paper burned for what,
some satisfaction to me?
sauteed mushrooms, and linen the sheets-
uh,
i wasn't enough for the beef,
but quick to smoke up at meets,
dap me up but honestly they know they lookin for green,
this is a world i grew up in,
to others a treat,
but i have been seeing so bleak,
i haven't slept in a week,
weak and skeptical i retreat,
think everyones out to get me, out of the heat,
out of my head,
needing the meds to feel when i speak,
its addiction to hate on myself,
description from coming from top and kicked outta shelf,
no ego when every day depression killin' yourself,
i came so far in a year, but first in the felt,
played what was dealt, fire burning this shelf,
i age when i melt,
what is this rage i have felt?
portray it as kelp, weaker than me
and ain't even help, say it to me,
don't stab me with "health"
el domingo was told,
i was going to see through the hell,
lately see my phone as a friend,
a person who understands where i been,
where i write out my sins,
and seek out some honesty, modestly paintin myself,
paid all my dues, now pain in the creme,
a fire brulee, but assure you my name is not equal to Jake,
just equidistant to fame,
through fire and flames,
i have retarded the games,
a nos to a dame, u kno dos in my pain,
was dope in the veins,
now sober and i aint the same,
now i aint the same.

C R U S H!

kenya