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letra de sutures - antix

[chorus]
poisonous to touch, put ‘em up
be careful what you ask before you’ve had enough
yeah woman i can see into your eyes
dark times ahead, you the type
poisonous to kiss, i can taste it on your lips
i like the way it kicks
i like the way it kicks
you want me in your life, be careful what you wish

[verse 1]
i’ve been looking to the future, tearing out the sutures
and the st-tches you left when you moved to
that place that you said better suits ya
but everyone you left me with here is just moochers
they want my money coz they smell what’s imminent
i the immigrant, yeah mr. cinnamon
sweet candy for women who want the integers
soul stealers and bank account pillagers
come back love and set me on the train tracks
freight train lost my steam and my way back
pipe dreams that were sweet, i could taste that
now i’m just bitter, want my blood and my payback
so tell me do you know who i am at all?
standing here with my back against the wall
thinking would you even know me if you saw me once more?

[chorus]

[verse 2]
so why’d you leave?
you the ghost in the breeze
you the sickness of the night, when the light starts to bleed
the thick smoke from the souls of the trees
when the spirit of my fiery rage starts to breathe
call me doctor
i medicate my soul coz i see you in hallucigen visions where i go
and though i know it’s a sickness of my own
it brings me comfort to feel you in my zone
cold the troubles that visit to my tongue
i’m faithless with the words that arise in response
i need you back like a barrel in the gun
or a bullet that propels with ambitions for the sun
and tell me do you know who i am at all?
standing here with my back against the wall
thinking would you even know me if you saw me once more?

[chorus]

[verse 3]
ah yo
in incrementals i spit on instrumentals
to show you that my fission is nuclear
i’m settled with the intention of melting down your metals
reform your shape like water out of kettles
i put the pedals to the pedestals
here i am the pulpit speaker, spitting out a metaphor
like s.a.ts to escorts from equador
i found it’s best not to try to test a wh0r-
put a punch like a sixth grade dance recital
spike the s–t, watch it hit and then i dance behind you
i don’t move good, so i like to watch more
learn to dance?
yo, i’m famous what the f–k for?
i grew wings once but didn’t like my body image
i couldn’t wear my fitted suits so i had to clip ‘em
sold the feathers to a perroquet doing chemo
much obliged to you sir, you my f–king hero
came back terrestrial with roots like a vegetable
grounded to the earth, a protector and a sentinel
f–k you seminal secretions, you edibles is moved on
yeah, yeah
i eat in the intervals
when the clock ticks and heart beats, i’m in-between
f–king up the rhythm like a priest in a sinner’s dream
gloves is off, bare knuckles to your squeaky cleans
nice fight now boys try to keep it mean
give you context so you feel my backstory
in case you think i’m all good and start to adore me
i feel love which it turns out is bad for me
careful dear before you turn into a sad story
i fl1ck a switch on that side of me, it’s lights out
the anger of my arrogance sits up and flies out
i got adrenaline, i’m swinging in the 9th round
could be good though, i guess we’ll f–king find out
drink the potion to induce the motion
love bottle number 9, bottled in the oceans
i sip it slow to avoid the commotion
don’t wanna rock the boat and turn it to a ghost ship
down torrentials, i’m raining my credentials
rap form story coz i don’t believe in pencils
i could incense you with my commitment issues
but you don’t wanna hear that and know what you got into
i bite a bullet then project with my f–king tongue
you know my wordplay, i put it where there isn’t sun
where other folks don’t go coz i stuck my flag
if i see footprints there it’s gonna be f–king bad
i wanna trust but so often been the other guy
wanna open up but so often seen a woman lie
doing uncivilised things in my bed
talking on the phone with their man, ”i’ll be home in 10”
but i’m not cynic, yo i’m stoic but i’m in it
and for better or for worse, yo this love s–t, i feel it
i’ll admit it, yo i’m man enough to know it
not quite man enough to ever wanna show it
and so he floweth, the atheistic poet
with faith in a woman and no signs of ever slowing
f–k a jesus, mohamed or a moses
i don’t need a prophet to show me where it’s going
and f–k your lullabies, fables and allegories
i speak straight truths, yeah it’s just a mandatory
tongue-twisting like dyk-s trying to pick a pepper
words infected, s–t i’ll be sick forever

[chorus]

- antix

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