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letra de redecorate - 2nd in command

chorus:

who cares if i took it too far
imma transition outta that phase
these cuts i got were large?
that’s how i decorate
for every bruise that i acquire
every burn from every fire
every stitch, it gets me higher
get these scars to decorate
even if i took it too far
i’m too deep now to be saved
too many substances to f-ck with this
my eyes are glazed
for every bruise that i acquire
every burn from every fire
evеry stitch, it gets me higher
scars arе how i decorate
verse 1:

i don’t need your pity, b-tch, i don’t need your words
so many marks on me, you artist, come admire your work
swear to god that i’ve been cursed, wanting to be reimbursed
mother f-ckers blaming me for everything forever- it’s deserved
i’m the cause of all my tragedies, the harbinger alone
my actions, you cannot condone, i’ll deal with it all on my own
i am not humankind, mistakes are not allowed, full stop
it’d be better if my mother f-cking pulse dropped
you did the same sh-t to me, but they’d never believe me
cuz i’m bigger and i’m stronger, never gotten a freebie
it’s the principle- i’m a man, put it on me because i can’t
that’s just how it works in the freest of the lands

chorus:

who cares if i took it too far
imma transition outta that phase
these cuts i got were large?
that’s how i decorate
for every bruise that i acquire
every burn from every fire
every stitch, it gets me higher
get these scars to decorate
even if i took it too far
i’m too deep now to be saved
too many substances to f-ck with this
my eyes are glazed
for every bruise that i acquire
every burn from every fire
every stitch, it gets me higher
scars are how i decorate
verse 2:

i recall plenty a day where you crossed the line
slammed your fist on mine, shut my windows so they wouldn’t see my shine
oh, my valentine, why do i cause the drama?
…
b-tch, you tryna make me vomit?
take some f-cking credit for your project, scars along my back
cans got cracked by rats, tell me, b-tch, what the f-ck is that?
windows cracked, ain’t my fist that did it, every word making me livid
if you give one more f-cking excuse, i’ll grab your throat and make you zip it
i… all i want is an apology
acknowledging that everything isn’t because of me
i never laid hands on you, you laid hands on me tho

chorus:

who cares if i took it too far
imma transition outta that phase
these cuts i got were large?
that’s how i decorate
for every bruise that i acquire
every burn from every fire
every stitch, it gets me higher
get these scars to decorate
even if i took it too far
i’m too deep now to be saved
too many substances to f-ck with this
my eyes are glazed
for every bruise that i acquire
every burn from every fire
every stitch, it gets me higher
scars are how i decorate

- 2nd in command

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