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letra de i.d.b.i.c - budreau

[verse: budreau]
you can’t just sit there and proceed to tell me that losing a dog ain’t the worst f-cking thing
pet or a vet, just chasing around and calling for their name is a curse for a king
no ones deserving of stings that badly
god has been jerking my strings that’ll end up shaping my figure like a corset. man, it hurts just to think
buy a corvette or purchase a ring and people assume you learn not to cling
boy that’s absurd to the brink when even in dreams they burn, no reverts with a blink
just thought i’d lay you to rest inside of this metaphorical urn with my ink but…

senior dance for me was too irrelevant
best friеnd got prom king though, had to celebrate
arrivеd on time with other buddies of mine and vehemence struck my skeleton harder than an elephant
a non so pleasant surprise i suppose
love’s in the air, so why are my emotions racing yet unknown?
who am i kidding: the reason is basically up close
at times my mind thinks about how to prosper without the one you love most
so what’d my hours get utilized for on prom night?
just stood in the parking lot, dazzled by the starlight
hoping for an answer to the far cry, but in my head i knew what she was saying
it went on like…

what does it take to generate joy? take yesterday’s ploy and blend that with heavyweight boys like my amigos
having your vice be ego brings doom, thank god they’re my finest heroes
kapanol with no cap in mind
relieve most pain from these tragic times
battle cries aren’t needed; they reach out when i’m dismal
far from a city of tears, i don’t want ismas
bonfires and beer might’ve jumpstarted my songwriting career
hot wire the fear of isolation and bury it deep
taught me to put trust in others and share what i eat
food for thought is a metaphor, but do i wanna ponder if i’ll be with em’ at heaven’s door?
stack of six canvases wrapped in plastic; the odd one holds the album cover
skeleton head is split; i’ll be stuck in this corrupted f-cking world without another
my hidden truth was a result from the forbidden fruit getting lodged inside of adam’s gullet
light clutches thy, but death notes that anything can happen now: no more self thralldom, sucka
an amalgam of the wickedness and innocence. this body i seize is the outcome from it
malcolm brother, left as the medium
can’t talk my way out of a choice in the void, so all that remained was delirium
been more lenient to acting devious, expect around the folks
accepting crowns of th-rns
burdens resulted from burnt ends that can’t be washed away with bourbon
pray to christ i won’t fall victim to alcoholism
cerebrum filled with small quizzes about adapting to a world not tied to god’s system
how come i ain’t connected to my own reflection?
thought lessons and questions would arrive when i’d learn to accept ‘em
i pray progression won’t collapse: got plenty off my chest, unlike doja cat
my goal for rap is to please my fans
but unless the image is jeopardized by leopard eyes, then i don’t believe i can

- budreau

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