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letra de comforts - aspiring wijsdom

i
gave up on wondering what you were wondering
too often tempted thunder and lightning’s frightening when you’re under in
a suit made straight from linens, but boots, made gold from plundering
ignore your wonderment; these costly bad boys went asunder when
i stepped on the track
can you catch it? get back
i’m trying a make a major statement, not some wretched impact
i resurrected your pact, so just respect my attack
i’m looking straight into the heart of the darkest part of your act, in fact
not much lies, so just believe in what you try
and that’s ride or die, get gone or leave
reap what you sow, i believe
my indeed, i stepped up
judging me? like i give a f-ck
she wanna please, thus d-cks sucked
still she believes she needs nip tuck
cause un-appreciation is patient
i’ve rather blatantly been stating
hypothesis for your tasting
been taking place in the race and
placing truths in the basin
from the basement to the pavement
paving the way to bracing for the
impact
intact
in fact
i interact
i win the tracks
y’all been the whacks
we spin the wax
fill in the cracks
send it back
cause you don’t deserve it
i know the truth
and you know i’m worth it
reimburse it
just reimburse it

it don’t cost that much
oh, no
stuck on fears and such
oh, no

stuck in your mind on the moments
i do not condone it
i’d rather we own it
i hate an opponent
this mirror here’s blowing it
i’m zoned in on throwing into the river
i’m trying to take the beat out and then give her
a sliver of it for the dip of the winter
below zero innards
been blowing a blizzard
it’s cold in the winners, or i hear
sorta clear
far from here
part sincere
park and steer
parkinson’s
part the beard
pathological
apart from geared
towards anything but
barks endeared
and that’s far from beers
tart in tears
heartless ears
hark the fears
start weird
end in the depths
i’ve been so into murder i’ve foregone my deaths
i’ve been next it reflects
four five texts from my techs
got no steps, still ain’t touched it
not yet, yes that’s stressed
confessed
that’s past tense
relaxation
my -ss dents
thus my vocals leave craters
cause i spit this shit all day
i bet it could sway all to haters
no favors
please let us be even
i’ve got them believing
i’m 5 of the seasons
affordable reasons
to throw, get retrieving
he’s golden, stop holding
my heathen
he’s leaving

- aspiring wijsdom

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