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letra de in lieu of a pretty face, here’s a wretched tune - 4ria

better the devil you know than the devil you don’t
digest a vex till i fester
i confected this prose
susceptible to mess
temperatures pose threats in a sector i float
slept away days in the depths where i froze

unusual, screw loose
exude limitless views too
construe lucrative codes
all the roads lead to rome
a late bloomer
but once i bloom
i’m a bеautiful rose
suitable dope for amusеment
rooted in soul
at the peak, it’s bright like tulips
but grows with putrid results
pursue with gruesome aggression
meshed with a fusion of hope
therapeutic revolts
therein lies illusions i probe
within the clues i’ve resolved
the muse i dissolved
within the proof i exposed

reminiscing, you never listen, but who could’ve
better written a better sentiment glued to ya
ever wished that i ever distanced the truth to ya
never getting, i’m always drifting
what’s truth to ya

reminisce, all of my regrets i let go
accept what i’ve unfinished
the image was left exposed
reminisce, i reminisce & now i drift
when did this all go to sh-t, it never hit (x2)

expectations spread infectious auras
select attempts to collect desires
predestined towards a broader picture
an awful mixture of remnants
like if death was a h–rder
resort to the horror
that’s in store for the pecking order

slept an hour, need a power nap
then took fifty milligrams of addy
all right down the hatch
klonopin to counteract
i’ve just been a clown, i act
and b-tch i binge while i react to all the f-cking doubts they had
nothing but a bounce in fact
hoe what’s your body count?
ain’t no counting back
you motherf-ckers lame
and still manage to be all out of whack mountains to climb
rhymes race with or without a track
so race is irrelevant
not white enough, not black, but i rap
i write enough to chase these dreams like p-ssy
here’s a mouse trap
a motion picture
motives simmer notes to soundtracks
in the background of my house
i stare in the mirror while my reflection shouts back
hows that

reminiscing, you never listen
but who could’ve
better written a better sentiment glued to ya
ever wished that i ever distanced the truth to ya
never getting, i’m always drifting
what’s truth to ya

reminisce, all of my regrets i let go
accept what i’ve unfinished
the image was left exposed
reminisce, i reminisce & now i drift
when did this all go to sh-t, it never hit

- 4ria

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