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letra de murder my flesh - asaiah ziv

[intro]
murder, murder x2
murder my flesh, murder, murder
got a vaccine to desert ya

[verse 1]
feeling like a dream tryna run from
tryna understand where this come from
reality hit me had to get my stuff rite
life was full of darkness i had to run to the light
you got a mind full of greed gotta murder it
l-st all that you can see gotta murder it
sin looking so appealing using christ as your religion
just so you can boost your image gotta murder it
gold chains more bling gotta murder it
fly whips more speed gotta murder it
now i ain’t saying that its bad to have
but when it got you all consumed than you gotta murder it
we all got flaws don’t get me wrong
we all need his laws but don’t make your own
feeling like you all alone there ain’t no one home
wanna follow the lord but its taking long
deceived by all of these lies when they all wrong
making sin glamorized this ain’t our home
gossip the hot topic, you judging huh?
picked on like carrie it’s a bl–dy prom

[hook]
i ain’t tryna sin no more, no more
i’m screaming out murder, bl–dy, bl–dy murder
i think i need a hitman to k!ll my flesh
god i’m screaming out murder, oh bl–dy, bl–dy murder, murder

[verse 2]
yea, feel like i wanna scream they ain’t hearing nothing
welcome into my dream we ain’t fearing nothing
life is harder to see with some knowledge on it
this that type of knowledge, you don’t go to college for it
oh you smoking on them trees? gotta murder it
shawty catching stds gotta murder it
half dressed looking like a mess but you just wanna impress
tryna be what you see gotta murder it
loui purse, red bottoms gotta murder it
you said you only wear prada gotta murder it
material ain’t what defines you. p-ssion is real love
and i just wanna remind you to murder it
we ain’t tryna fall we gotta give it our all
if we don’t give it to yah then we ain’t in this at all
someone cushion my fall if i land on my feet
they lied to us and told us this the land of the free
home of the brave we the home of the slaves
gotta murder ya flesh in the end of these days
we ain’t in it to lose so stop hitting the snooze
woke me up to the truth redirecting your views

[hook]

[outro]
murder, murder
murder, murder
murder my flesh, murder, murder
got a vaccine to desert ya

- asaiah ziv

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