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letra de streams - blanket heron

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
i been trying way too hard to write the way i been feelin
i started feeling like i couldn’t resonate with me and
this being is bein’ the key sin to seeing true shades of f-ckin colors
but f-ck, all i see is f-ckin black
as of late my f-ckin back’s been cut, and my throat been gashed
and my wrists, sh-t they clean, i just want my brain in tact
a twelve foot tack with barbed wire in tact
in fact, i’m thinkin what i lack is the right friends
in fact, it’s like i’m centered in a frame with huge margins and a letterbox
in a letterman, in a hotbox, while i’m breathing down the neck of crack rocks
tryna f-ck a fat box, f-ck i’m feelin boxed in
locked in, no onе to talk with
it’s a problem i never f-ckеd with
never had to, but now i’m lucked out
feelin sh-t just way too fast
it’s ’cause i fell in —- just way too fast
and dropped the girl way too fast
and she got the last laugh
and now i’m sittin here lonely
feelin a little bit boney
feelin just like one of my homies
but he’s just a little depressed
i kind of laughed at him for being so sad
’cause “life is so great,” and so is fate
but f-ck that, and now i’m f-cked up
crying my eyes out and chunks of my skull
my limbic system has gotten outta control
and i just can’t think straight
my mind has out walked my soul
[break]
yeah, and —- her
and —- her too
and —- him
and —- me too
and —- me, boo
i’m tryna relieve the f-ckin pain
so f-ckin drain my soul of everything that’s in sane
yeah, i meant insane
and now i’m insane tryna find my brain, tryna find my way
and i’m just f-cked
it’s just– it’s just f-cked up

[verse 2]
spittin’ it uncut
i’m p-ssed off, so i left my zipper undone
cuttin’ into my thoughts make me wanna upchuck my lunch
and uppercut the sl-t who wouldn’t shut the f-ck up, f-ck
but now i’m slowly healin’
wounded by the feelings of confusion, so surreal, man
turned a good girl into a heel, now
she goin’ ’round playin’ “deal or no deal” now with the devil
at the point where i’d trade my soul for a bezel
and sell it for a benzy, gift it to her out of henny, uh
so drunk in love like jay is for bey
and i’m just out of it
[outro]
floatin’ down a stream of madness
floatin’ down a stream of madness, yeah
so many streams
so many, so many streams, yeah
it’s emotional, emotional
rollercoaster, roller-ride, yeah
it’s a stream of madness, yeah
all these streams
all these streams
all these streams
all these streams, yeah, yeah
mm-hmm
better if i just let it go, let it go
let it go
i can’t let it go, let it go
i think about it every d-mn day…
(mumbling) … dead

- blanket heron

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