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letra de untitled bonus 5 - bad neighbors (of sandpeople)

untitled bonus 5 lyrics
[verse 1: mo-b]
when i was six, for sure i thought i’d be rich
now a plumber wholesale, and rhyme on the weekends
gut feeling, like reality simpson
i’m one in the million, yet the chance is […]
i got dreams to chase, before it’s too late
but my passion’s on hold, ’cause the rest […] today
sh-t, the stress got my stomach in nodes
’till i find a time to rest in burial plots, and
stereo drops, resonate my soul
i never had the urge to be worth my weighing gold
i never been […], but my hands to the palms
but i still can’t afford to pay thе interest on my loans
let thosе without sink cast the first on hinge
and pray on the […] when our homes forclosen
hoping the bear […] was bearable
put the […] to the head, and they dared to pull
[spoken]
so what’s the point of living, if we living for death, man?
so what if i can make it out the struggle, to rest can?
can you acknowledge yourself? can’t depend on the next man
relieve that stress and get it of your chest, man

[verse 2: onlyone]
the face of death is tasteful in kept, cradle my breath
as my skin grow pale in sweat, rested in sands
not every angel is blessed, heavy halo is pressed
weighing his head to break the brace of his neck, peasants in answer
wasteful, but yet they not hateful to stretch they vain
but with blade where the devils face’ll be sketched
the sun raises in red, but hazel it sets
as this dead angel bled his flesh is less of a man
the iris of his lovers eyes, silence were just b-tterflies
suffers plays the sucker like the best that he can
his mother cries you motherf-ckers why go pluck some other life
she cursed above the skies her sons head in the hands
monsters crawling out his stomach, water falling off a plummet
and his arms are out to hug it makes him laugh through tears
god is calling out his number, palms are out and sunburned
suicidal calm through comfort in the past few years
if art is war my fallin’ brother dead in sea of watercolors
painted in the calm of thunder as the past grew clear
he sobs and walks in slumber but it’s all we got a goner sad
’cause he sees a monster in the bathroom mirror
all this came to me in the halls where satan breathes
follow patiently, chasing me forever with chills
i hear it all when angels sing, i recall her name within
ain’t no use for fallen angel wings exchanging feathers for quills
in silence i behave lying spineless in this grave
it was the kindness that i gave was sadly sappy and lame
throw my caution to the wind, i get lost in the syringe
in the coffin while i grin gasping happy with pain
manifesting in these words it was the best thing in the worst
it was my destiny in cursed to have me madly insane
omnipresence in the works i feel his essence as i smirk
smile questioning my worth i didn’t have to be saved
burn the hands that swat the flies serpents ask you not to cry
murder plans that occupy my mind grounded i slave
plenty of grams and keys but 21 grams a leaf
it’s funny what man you see in mirrors surrounded by flames
hundred of stories for all the bl–dy chlorine shores
to love a hundred and forty four thousand will pray
i regret that i’m a kid, i regret the things i did
i regret i even lived, i wish i drowned on that day

- bad neighbors of sandpeople

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