Luke-W - Catharsis Lyrics

I would trade it for your love
Your joy
Forever
Your love
For ever
And ever

(Am I, Am I, Am I)
Am I giving my life for this? (Am I)
Am I spending my days tryna fight for this?
(Am I)
Am I living entitled
Or chasing the title? (Am I)
Am I lost in the spiral
Impinging my vitals
(Am I, Am I)
Avoiding the tidal
Or riding the wave
Walking the tightrope
Or running away
Calling it a night y’all
Or breakin the day
The bark and the bite
Marks of enemies made
Taking your sights off the minute you made
Taking the right path or making you pay
Pinching your cheek like you bit off little more than you can chew on
Depending on the weather you either in or you out cold
Spaces that you could travel never finding a loophole
The relatives you missing when you trip like an outlaw, yeah (Am I)
The passion in this art form, expressing a wave for em
What’s the cost of the trade that we givin’ this love for?
And how much does a dollar cost when the time isn’t all yours?
And how much do you call forth when God talks?
Is it your thoughts or a life force?
Like Guy Fawkes, do you remember the reason for it?
Is there a time and a season for it?
Full orbit like moon drawing I’m just penning out all these thoughts
Tryna find the symphony’s source
Prioritising right in these songs
Jeopardising twice for these wrongs
Capitalising on pain for it
Reflecting off it like stained glass
Obsessing on it like once more
Should I record this session like once more
Should I leave an open question? (Am I)
Yet once more I need one more
What’s one more when you want more?
What you want for what you want for ever?
(Forever, ever)

Darlin’ forever
(I would)(I would trade)
I would trade it for your love
Your joy
(Your love)
Forever
For ever
And ever

Yeah,
(I need something)
I need something cathartic just to get me started
Cold sweats and I’m l stressing on circle logic
I don’t have the answers I’m swaying in and outta conscious and day dreams of the promised land
My common sense uncommon to my reactions
Really think I’m more comfortable melancholic
But fuck that I need options
Double down on the process
And let it be what I accomplish
Social media got me feeling naseous
Kinda wish that I could quash it
And drop this shit on anonymous
Promo my shit on reddit and thread the needle like Modrić
They say that I look like Pukki In comments From posts I sponsored, seems like I’m popping in Mexico
Guess the Internet perks like ears that know next to go
They can hear me around the world but I’m still like a ghost at home
We’ll see how long that lasts got a feeling it won’t be long for it escalates
Midnight dubs like the Escalade
All gold everything
Still prefer silver, said she like my bracelet
What do I say gotta lotta explaining you better off bracing
Trust me I’m not tryna be abrasive
But the truth stay handled like hot taters
I’m really not hearing no haters
So I guess that they stay quiet or still waiting for clout chasing status
Lotta rappers talk like they got famous when they got playlisted
Really not buying no a list
Maybe psilocybin but it’s all timing
What I’ve been saying you can backdate it Guess thats just my take
(Am I)
(I would trade)
(Am I)