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letra de troubled world - boots

[intro]
these are my father’s children
each one outshines the sun

[verse 1]
it’s still raining in manhattan
kinda funny, i’m the only person laughing
you think i’m saying sh-t to only get reactions
but these somersaulting words can’t find their footing or their traction
i think this waters been poisoned
choose your colors, paint your flag and never hoist it
i can’t recall the purposes of our voices
rose petal/pedal to the meddling of solitary noises
seventeen and still breathing
vile bile; suck the venom out and tweet it
a flesh wound can be treated
but everybody stay seated, uh
f-ck real life just keep it distant
no f-cks to give when everything is instant
lately i’ve been reminiscent
you can’t play it back regress into an infant

[pre]
if it’s trouble that you want
it’s trouble that you get
give it a go
give it a go
do it alone, yeah
done with the troubled world

[hook: son lux & boots]
done with the troubled world
i’m done with the troubled world

[verse 2]
my heart of love; no sp-ce
full up; no chase
pulled up; close race
pale cheeks; ghost face
dead presidents; nation in abode bag
full coverage but get your own toe tag

[pre]

[hook]

- boots

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