D J Жэка — Kiss To Risk

Risk to risk, no safety net
Mind goes left, I dodge the dead
Yeah, black, glass, fast cash, midnight, mathematics
Cold facts, coded contracts
Thoughts turn acrobatic
Back room, black suit, blueprints in my brain
I mean, pressure, look precious
Make a setback look like game
Tick tock, wrist lock
Time bends when
I get to
Mind sharp, eyes dark
Every thought gets in a fine print
Tight grip, microscope
Big vision, I don't make random moves
I manufacture decisions
Wrist talk
Wrist watch