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letra de manic man - 4ria

[verse 1]
wishes that i dream, plenty fishes in the sea
but i’ve been too busy stranded on the land of make believe
i’ve been living with disease and these silly little things
that turn me into a bitter and little f-cking fiend
little do they know, nothing is ever what it seems
the trouble that withholds my vision, ripping through the scene
no lover i could hold let alone get with in between
my struggles and my soul and this fickle, crippling scheme
i’d simply hope for the best every moment i recede
soak myself in your hex and approach these woes with a clean game plan
like it’s routine while i stand on my hopes and float off a bean
wrote this sh-t like i sculpted marble into a marvel superhero ensemble
it sparkles and gleams, bars are sharp and cleaner than bar soap
to harp on the themes of this darkness
hit the mark like a dart for this art to be seen
i could harness my catharsis at a startling speed
every past job i had lost had an impact
in fact, to bear away the bell till i was sh-ll shocked
until i just felt like i was pavlov’s dog
dragged through withdrawals and became a f-cking whack job

[chorus]
it’s too late for me, take from me all i’ve ever had
was a taste of brief love until the evening wrath
and sh-t, i even crashed off a bean
it’s no surprise my life’s got zigs and zags
there may be beauty in the madness
but never peace in perceiving that
i feel inept, but nonetheless i must suppress
despite the fact that i’ve been feeling trapped
l-l-layers i’m peeling back, displays a revealing path
i’ve been speeding past with a sleeping bag
p-p-pick up, trying to find a sign, there’s only hiccups
in between the lines and the grime, so i dig up
pieces of the puzzle till i fill up
the void, i’ve been inclined to this enigma till the jigs up
[verse 2]
i’m too hopeful till i’m hopeless, i indulge to cope within the world
in a sense, i’m a poet with the proponents of spoken word
slowly divulge this repulsive formula, hold it up my cornea
wrote a colloquial storm to pour this grudge
pure bliss that strikes more chords than orchestras
i’m warning ya that i’m still warming up
at my boiling point and i still don’t feel warm enough
here’s some food for thought that i oughta scarf once my orders up
in order to see a glass half full with a quarter cup
forming h–rds of songs with these tortured thoughts that were born from loss
and the more i sought a pure resolve i turned to slaw and splurged on wants
and needs into a cauldron of my burning flaws, stall till the curtains draw fallen
it don’t make a difference if you give in, i’ve been calling
out your name to drown the pain, a victim of the solemn
mounted shame amounts to change to bring in till i’m ballin’
bound to fame, about the game, i’m k!lling till i’m crawlin’
count the ways i’ll pounce and fade, these feelings till i’m all in
boundless faith may balance days, i’ll dribble to my coffin
scribbling these rhythms till my vision is appalling
sprawling, pr-ne to no belonging

[chorus]
it’s too late for me, take from me all i’ve ever had
was a taste of brief love until the evening wrath
and sh-t, i even crashed off a bean
it’s no surprise if i die any second by design
p-p-pick up, trying to find a sign, there’s only hiccups
in between the lines and the grime, so i dig up
pieces of the puzzle till i fill up the void
i’ve been inclined to this enigma till the motherf-ckin’ jigs up
p-p-pick up, trying to find a sign, there’s only hiccups
in between the lines and the grime, so i dig up
pieces of the puzzle till i fill up the void
i’ve been inclined to this enigma till the motherf-ckin’ jigs up
l-l-live up to the f-cking standards that they give ya
spit up another f-cking tantrum till i give up
b-b-big ups to the f-cking manic man
only feel the panic when i’m standing face to face with the camera man

- 4ria

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