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letra de paranoia - anoddme ft. mamba

[verse 1: mamba]
welcome to the dark side
says my mind when sometimes
the thoughts inside me become so shady
i can barely tell what happens
sh-t is crazy as h-ll
i find it difficult to express myself
you know that kind of feelings you instinctively understand
but can’t explain
it’s weird to be a talkative and then
experience periodically moments when
i can’t even squeeze a single a bar outta my pen
but d-e-f ma my homie says
creativity is instrinsic to the person
and not just triggered up by various drugs
tryna spit bars like it’s slugs
and cough sick rhymes up
to murder this dope beat
like i slaughtered a foe this
night in a dream
homie turned into a cig
and mama still convinced that the key to relax consists, indeed
in getting some sleep
so she should go beg my demons
cause it seems i got no strength to defeat em
otherwise i may loose my breath
right on my bed and find death
in my next nightmare (x3)

laying in my daily temporary casket
under my blanket, i should be sleeping
but i’m trippin over some awful visions
courtesy of my f-cking demons
my soul is restless, tormented
a boat amidst of a tempest

love that exempts no one loved from loving in return
f-ck you screw you and you hoe-ss mum
the d-mn dart hurts
a real pain in the -rs-
drew out an odd me
i’m sure this is not me, homie, trust me
at times i’m close to fold
and turn back to the old me cause every thing is bullsh-t

[verse 2: mamba]
i got serious trust issues
i don’t trust no one
i can’t pretend like my friends have never let me down before
neglected, i reflected on what often occurs
and realized that being ignored, right at the core of my talk
is subconscious but not fortuitous at all
i don’t trust her love
but for the sake of that i had undergone h-lla lot
my mind keeps telling me that she might act like hov
but i ain’t beyoncé
cheat on me and see me no more
and if i had a second thought
i wish to reminisce what i had sworn in this bars
i don’t trust this world
connected more and more
but to be real we still way afar from each other
we will never stop the slaughter
till we build walls of preconception on a bas-m-nt of ignorance instead of seeing our neighbours as our brothers

i said i don’t trust no one
i said i don’t trust her love
i said i don’t trust this world
i can only trust my mum
beauty, loyalty and purity at its highest form

[outro: mamba]
i’m beginnig to sense the fact underneath
is that i don’t really trust myself
missprint
an odd me
more connection, less dopamine
and, well, y’all know me… or better
you think you do

- anoddme ft mamba

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