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letra de cl0ud9 - arranged godly

[intro]
yeah, i’m gonna slip – fall back in this acid trip
not afraid of much but to close my eyes (x2)

[verse 1]
i don’t f-ck with n0body (n0body!) ever heard of him?
i found him in the bas-m-nt, engrained him with the linoleum
i’m folding in a couple more notes with the face of benji supreme
if i ain’t crop of the cream, i’m a f-cking joke – i’m a meme
but a flopped one like that bird box sh-t
blowing through the proportions, extortion checked off the list
can’t even fathom the fandom growing in digits that double
so when you come to me with that bring the heat never fumble
cl!ck clack keys been cutting me no slack
i’ve never known f-cking jack when it comes to counting a stack
but i’m practically prevalent when i’m partially purposed
as i placate the pull for this degenerate worthless b-st-rd

[chorus]
yeah i’m gonna slip – fall back in this acid trip
insight revelation and dark of crow and raven
no i’m not afraid of much but to close my eyes
but that is the fun to watch the things that try
to come around and k!ll me – can’t i’m on cloud9
hate the player and the game both are due their time
come around and k!ll me can’t i’m on cloud9
hate the player and the game both are due their –
[verse 2]
greatness draws petty giants drooling prophetically
denouncing their gains, while they go sporting some jewelry
i’m tempted by style and duplicating tom foolery
but then i’d have to say those motherf-ckers got through to me
i’m a sham in my own – a pusher for prospects
praying like a higher power peaks at the aspects
i find unsatisfactory in crafter’s cruel design
cancer, famine, greed – the wicked k!ll the blind
i’m unique, i’m chic – i’m just some plain white bread
seems by this time i let the pipe dreams go to my head
sipping on whiskey and trusting my intuition
spitting ’bout twisting my mind, f-ck myself into fruition
listen to older self’s conscious from whence it calls
stalling out of fear, wincing walking the wailing wall
watching the world, weighing options out heavily
better to flee the scene – ween off your fans your free
so you’ve got a word of advice – my flow is f-cked up
say you like my use as device, i’m low on luck cause
although it’s the keys to express i’m all depressed
and i’m pressed by my levels of stress, now i confess

[chorus]

[verse 3]
lip stick prepped so kiss my ass dipsh-ts
crude as that bp oil but i don’t spill quick
i’m fluently flammable i go fuego and there we go
blowing a hole through the sides of your f-cking dome
bet you’re regretting how you went doubting me – crowding me
in a corner with coroner and been praying pr-nouncing me
dead as a doornail, i’m poor and i’m bound to fail
storing the info they give and holding my ground and flail
flooring me further than more contorting and sporting
a better outfit than i been wearing and sparing your men from scaring
i’m fairing the weather whether i like it or not
and when i’m soaked to the core, i’m turning corner and lock
my sights back down on your temple and sent the bullet with bit of grace
i’m cheating cause vats is easy and headshot is guaranteed
cranking the accuracy i’m flourishing accurately
scoring some beats ‘fore i flee, keeping the second degree
cheesing for cameras, while i’m bleeding i’m private
i keep feeding the monster and ponder how i should guide it – the pilot
on this wicked journey to enterprise taking double time
i might as well abandon the ship – because i’m f-cking blind
[chorus]

- arranged godly

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