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letra de drowning machine - armand hammer

[verse 1: billy woods]
i lay my head in green pastures beside quiet waters
quiet my thoughts, press record
some just sleep with it all like h–rders
i’d rather throw open that coffin
they switch the water off but the electric paid through august
fanon’s wretched clamor across borders
commandeering ships resting on ocean floors
breached the surface, gorgeous
sea water pouring out of every orifice
tiny crabs skittering in empty eye sockets
black gnostics
a coin ring out in the call for a bullet for еvery prophet
a black obelisk at thе waters’ edge
a fist full of broken promises
i promised him this: i won’t miss
smoldering spliffs, sleeping gas like cartoons
armand hammer like troy and taxing the green room
green fumes seep out the grave like heist movie
i wait, i wait patient as jack [?]
i peep how you be moving
i wait till the time is opportune; pop up
a bad penny with a n-gga on both sides
you gotta come find me most times like rambo in the shrine
like cop the wet on 145, prince of tides
she said time to say goodbye, i begged for a couple more lives
[chorus: billy woods]
roily waves of static, swim practice
disappearing acts, rabbit in a hat, grubby bits of magic
i hug the bottom like catfish in swollen rivers
remind myself to breathe
roily waves of static, swim practice
disappearing acts, rabbit in a hat, grubby bits of magic
i hug the bottom like catfish in brackish streams
remind myself to breathe
remind myself to breathe
remind myself to breathe

[verse 2: e l u c i d]
strangers print my government name feeling familiar
i’m p-ssing in the ocean where your million streams empty
forced entry, murder one
rappers start looking chinsy
sign contract in pig meat grease and blood smear
tip of the spear
spot-rushing the vomitorium
get your back up off the wall again
i’m watching the ’89 world series in slo-mo
where coyotes howl
i love brown water and old gold
armand hammer ordered three quarters of the menu
whole fish, eyeb-lls and all
she batted her eyes real sweet like falernum
curbed, served charred, [?] hot off the burner
pepper/salt the scorched scalp like bad perm
my turn
prep the stage lights to feel the bass throb
romantic
we all die under enchantment
surveillance camera ‘corded, scanned it off the pamphlet
i get paid in fossil fuels by recycled planet

- armand hammer

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