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letra de monochrome - blckbrd.

[verse 1: saliva grey]
it’s the grey boy dripping up heavy wit the wait?
wrong song i been too gone
stuffing the ketamine into my schnoz
turned to a p-wn
need no applause
feel like a servant yet grey be the god
watching em fall
enemies gone
bleeding out they ain’t gon get menopause
i don’t give f-ck i ain’t living yet
everyday thinking bout ending it
it’s all because of the internet
everyday crawl to the finish yeah
i be escaping to drags in the bas-m-nt i be that cicada my shеll been too vacant
ain’t take no vacation the money been waiting so i’m finna takе it or end up instated my mental can’t take it
[verse 2: blckbrd.]
yo forehead glint with the sole imprint of my air max 95
i got a baseball bat with nails in it, make yo head ring like some chimes
blck and grey make you ‘ttract them flies
back to backfloat in that brine
anode cathode contact current burrow path holes in yo spine
that’s battery
that’s assault
actin on that alcohol
dancing on the tightrope motherf-ckers losin balance on
sting like angry bees, i’m floating, swinging like a ballisong
tossed into the sea can’t keep it level like the ballast gone

[verse 3: saliva grey]
i’m up like a metal gear
duckin’, we diggin thru bulleth-lls
you drop the ball if you set on fear
your body gon follow right down the well
water topped with gorgons gorgeous yet abyssal
i don’t count no to sheep to slefp
i count the hors-m-n in the window

i’m encasing
psilocybin to the brain and then i f-ckin’ slang it
bag it up and serve it to these kids they think i ain’t sh-t
wait until saliva cut off all ya circulation what you saying?
you think that
flippin-flipping pack my occupation?
grey the mental patient tripping on these f-cking laces so elated
never let you know i’m f-cking anxious
and flaking
on every single one of all my f-cking obligations
ain’t gon make it out
[verse 4: blckbrd.]
you can’t read the price until you already made the purchase
more standoffish than an urchin
my office beneath the surface
move cautiously like a surgeon been workin for this a decade
n0body f-ckin’ it up for me
dustin em like a beignet
shadrach, meshach, and abednego
burnin inside a furnace
and howling like packs of wendigos
check your coat, cus it’s turning
we been defining the line, motherf-ckers keep tryna blur it
oh, cry me a f-cking river
you turning the color turnip im turning to monochrome

- blckbrd

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