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letra de introspection - chxnge

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[verse 1]
inspections at eleven
man i can’t do no half stepping
caz exceptions make fake weapons
and let’s just say i ain’t live in heaven
heavenly father might remember me
when i was three
but since then many things have changed
and since then i wasn’t the same
now i got trust issues and a lot of em
i’m too young to be wondering
if a war breaks out and i still got problems
how do i get my meds?
can’t get f-cked like a condom
fall like autumn before i blossom
baby this thinking don’t come from boredom
this right here be paranoia
how the f-ck is this me sober?

[bridge]
tell me why i can’t fly
like the rest heading west
to a better place
to a warmer state
i cannot relate
got too many plates

[hook]
that i put on weight
got no diet
stay up so late
and fuel some riots
with pitchforks and satellites
i f-ck with all kind of hives
that’s pitches that pinch
with some dishes that sink
in skin, break in
they see within

[verse 2]
but what’s their vision gonna pick apart
these human eyes can’t pin a heart
put feelings on and it gets to dark
contrasting colors can’t be seen at all
never had a contract on my self
like a sellout
cells in me don’t triangulate
don’t need someone to go translate
tarantulas and wild beasts follow me
puzzle pieces, deadly wishes
listed on my genome sequence
my ecstasy binges
my reverie’s sinning
swimming in my deepest mines
where an angel’s voice is singing

[bridge]
tell me why i can’t fly
like the rest heading west
to a better place
to a warmer state
i cannot relate
got too many plates

[hook]
that i put on weight
got no diet
stay up so late
and fuel some riots
with pitchforks and satellites
i f-ck with all kind of hives
that’s pitches that pinch
with some dishes that sink
in skin, break in
they see within

[verse 3]
and i got two holes in my right hand
you can call that the third coming
three homies in four months
lost em all, that’s a lot to stomach
do you like me now?
this the leftovers
i ain’t wake up with what slept over
like a nightstand and i was not sober
robbed my wallet, robbed the owner
ripple in my age, tear drops on my page
mistakes that i’ve made, the story i create
got more perspectives than characters
i can’t count all the narrators
but the same hand writes for em
least you know it ain’t boring

- chxnge

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