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letra de hell in a hellcat - conductor williams

[intro: elijah hooks]
the last thing

[hook: elijah hooks]
wait, wait, wait (conductor)
the last thing we heard before the shots start flying
wait!
cameras tryna capture falling stars outside (con-)
wait!
like a child with his finger pointed, aimed at the night sky
thumb going rapid fire
a shooting star

[verse 1: elzhi]
they try to dangle the carrot ‘til i was sleepy
talking noise can’t keep me quiet
i make you deep sea dive in the pool of sharks for your cruel remarks
cause my medulla sparks
it’s not a funeral service, it’s schools apart
i’m from a city where making it big is pretty rare
it’s why they bust a clip while women strip with they titties bare
but i’m an anomaly
my autonomy’s on another planet
the distance is god’s throne to astronomy
i solemnly swore to take you by storm and change the economy’s forecast
when i was just acting calmer before
just give me mine i’m sick of asking
i’m fl!cking ash in your urn
a proven assassin can burn by a sl!cker craftsman
make you swallow your pride
you should have tried liquor
aspirin tablets, f-ll-tio habits
cleaning supplies in your cabinets
it’s no fun when the gun gets held by the rabbits
your brain could leak and you might not get your abs fixed
somebody better tell ‘em how far they fell from grace
just to land on they face and misplace they cerebellum
laid out on concrete evidence ever since i did ‘em dirty
then a diplomatic, asymptomatic who hands are never rinsed
it’s payback, not a dollar off
lightning in the bottle to your molotov
so eyes follow where my hands go
can paint a picture for saint tropez and they’ll hang it next to a van gogh (woah, woah)
[hook: elijah hooks]
wait, wait, wait
the last thing we heard before the shots start flying
wait!
cameras trying to capture falling stars outside
wait!
like a child with his finger pointed, aimed that the night sky
thumb going rapid fire
a shooting star (a shooting star)

[verse 2: elzhi]
kick the doors in without the key from the mayor (conductor)
they tried to box on the conveyor belt
then layer me on top of other squares
as if i was in bad shape
wasn’t thinking like ll on the cover of your dad tape
bars trap, angry gorillas, mad apes
slot you down if you had bapes
it’s curtains once it gets ugly as plaid drapes
in a haunted mansion
i can land ten punches to your face without making my hand bend
and when the undisputed heavyweight champion of the world
across all continents, in every state
for testing me, that’s a recipe for disaster
it’s a jungle out there, beware of the bare necessities
went from being the top statistic for helicopter twisted blades
to [?] gravy enough to sop the biscuit
[outro: elijah hooks]
whoa, whoa
wait, wait (conductor)
the last thing we heard before the shots start flying
wait

- conductor williams

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