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letra de not babylon - chef

(okay let’s spin a disk)
(rah)
(ay, let’s go)

[verse 1: chef]
dig a couple corpses out their coffin –
half a cup of tea with x and mac and ask what’s poppin
deluded and deranged, feels like
my mind is caught and
they ask if things have changed
b-tch i’m still at rock-bottom
jotting sh-t, rotten sh-t
hoping i can make a hit
i take a hit, feel the toxins swim
forget how baked that is
faded, throwing shade at a motherf-ckin’
basic b-tch
raided the parade runnin’ round half naked
shiiit, i think i made it to the other side
where my mind and i attempt to fly
so now while i’m splattered in the dust
time to go to sleep
got this unique white-noise
playing on repeat
f-ck, sittin’ warm and cozy
in a throne; prepared by saying
the afterlife is hot as f-ck
skin sizzling like bacon
demons half-awake and raving in the bas-m-nt
to lady-f-cking-gaga, and i made it (she made it)

[chorus: chef]
what the f-ck is going on?
this ain’t a f-cking sing along
i thought this place was babylon
i ran a f-cking marathon to get here
i’m a sleep-walking phenomenon down here

[verse 2: eddie fresco]
f-ck!
the pressure’s building up
i gotta make it for the lankers
all the rest i’d given up
i’m losing hope, i’m losing friends
sometimes i feel like it’s enough
i got the gun, look at the sky, should i
just end it in a rush? oh
take another breath, i’m back into my senses
these people drive me crazy
but there’s no way i’m gonna end it
i’m fighting for my freedom
so i’m spittin’ with a reason
conversations with my demons every time
i’m trying to sleep, and

[chorus 2: eddie fresco]
this sh-t’s getting to me
i swear some peace and quiet sounds like f-ckin’ heaven to me
gettin’ lost in life and pokers i’ve invested in me
now i look at my reflection, like
what happened to me? (x2) f-ck

[chef]
dead. man. walking. (x4)

[chorus: chef]
what the f-ck is going on?
this ain’t a f-cking sing along
i thought this place was babylon
i ran a f-cking marathon to get here
to get here

i said
what the f-ck is going on?
this ain’t a f-cking sing along
i thought this place was babylon
i ran a f-cking marathon to get here
to get here…

[verse 3: chef]
roll the dice, i want to know my chances
what the odds are
focus high, one just tiny dances, in a go-kart
fight or flight instincts come from right inside of your heart
a terabyte-sp-ce inside my mind for some more bars
spillin’ it, k!llin’ it, livin’ it
rippin’ it, dippin’ it, feelin’ it
cadillac inside of michigan
stuck on an island with gilligan
nope i never been givin’ it
chef, you know what my mission is
savin’ the mind of the citizens
while drownin’ in all of these dividends

[chorus: chef]
what the f-ck is going on?
this ain’t a f-cking sing along
i thought this place was babylon
i ran a f-cking marathon to get here
to get here…

- chef

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