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letra de earless - andreichalupnik24

i’m fearless, now hear this, i’m earless
and i’m peerless, that means i’m eyeless
which means i’m tearless, which means my iris
resides where my ears is, which means i’m blinded
but i’mma find it, i can feel its nearness
but i’mma veer so i don’t come near
like a chicken or a deer, but i remember
i’m not a listener or a seer so my windshield smear
here you steer, i really shouldn’t be behind this
clearly ’cause my blindness, the windshield is minstrel
the whole grill is roadk!ll, so trill and so sincere
yeah, i’m both them there
took both pills, when a bloke in a trench coat
and the locs in the chair had approached him here
made it clear as a ghost, so a biter of the throats in the mirror
the writer of the quotes for the ghosts
who supplier of the notes to the living
given to the mother of the deceased
awake and at war ’til i’m resting in peace
it’s going over your big heads

and i’m mouthless, which means i’m soundless
now as far as the hearing, i’ve found it
it was as far as the distance from the earring to the ground is
but the doorknockers on the ear of a stewardess in a lear
she’s fine and she’s flying, i feel i’m flying by em
’cause my mind’s on cloud nine and in a mine at the same time
pimps see the wings on the underground king
who’s also klingon, to infinity and beyond
but i sphinx like leon
or lion in the desert
i’m flying on pegasus, you’re flying on the pheasant
writer of the white powder, picker of the fire flowers
and i’m brainless, which means i’m headless
like ichabod crane is
or foreplay-less s-x is, which makes me saneless
with no neck left to hang the chain with
which makes me necklace-less, like a necklace theft
and i ain’t used my headrest yet
they said they need proof like a vestless chest
about the best-fed f-f jet in the nest
who exudes confidence and, excess depth
even scuba steve would find it hard to breathe
around these leagues, my snorkel is a tuba
lu the ruler around these seas
westside poseidon, westside beside ’em
chest-high and rising, almost touching the knees
of stewardess and the pilot, lucky they make ya fly wit
personal floating devices, tricks falling out of my sleeves
david blaine, make it rain
you make a boat, i make a plane
then, i pull the plug and i, make it drain
until i feel like flowing and filling it up again

- andreichalupnik24

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