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letra de after-hours in the abyss - 4ria

[verse 1]
good evening sir, how do you do?
the sun leaves me out with the moon
on nights, i sit tight in enticing environments
touted as truth, but i doubt that you knew
just all about the cruel bouts of my blues
bountiful too
i pounce with each count of true power
i lose
as i age
stray from the fountain of youth
sour and brutal
my pupils bloom
while i’m still bound to the booth
ive doubted the scruples
devout to the clouds that quadruple
when rain showers scour
a few futile scoundrels
get drowned so they lose hope
allowed to recoup in their down time
sound bites
crossing these lines like a pound sign
i am just living to die, as i outline
finding my comfort on cloud nine
this is all just my compass to find pride
end up on your top five
swan dive into the mission
till i get top prize
got the drive and grip
speed through the stop signs
it’s about time, b-tch
this sh-t is refined
this is not a drill
got sick of popping pills
i needed something new
the void need to be filled
distill with the lesson, i’ve instilled
till i’m legend, i feel ill
but im testing the waters
so i could slaughter
these motherf-cking marauders
[hook]
4 in the morning
final form, taking time
with this war on my mind
and your voice far behind
got no choice with these lines
make this mine
make you mine
need to shine
need you right by my side
till i die

[verse 2]
it’s all so pathetic
all souls and septics
god flows subjected
shock hoes
reflect bravado
i credit hot flows i spread with
top of my lungs
gossip amongst
conflicts and slumps
profit i must accomplish as such
a promise
i front
b-tch it’s just time that i stunt
and i stomp on a bomb b-tch
until i destruct
b-tch what the f-ck
stuck in a predicament
suck a d-ck if nothing
pretend you’re innocent
picky with the bigger picture
look at all the sh-t i litter
figure the figment up in my brain might trigger
look at all the pain
i live with all of the shame
while i shiver
never tame, but i figure
i’ll let you wither
with or without ya
i know you’re bitter
been with the doubts
but i’m still no quitter
binging on pills & ounces of liquor
for my dinner
[hook] x2
4 in the morning
final form, taking time
with this war on my mind
and your voice far behind
got no choice with these lines
make this mine
make you mine
need to shine
need you right by my side
till i die

- 4ria

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