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letra de hidden in heaven - connor quest!

[intro]
yeah, this is what you wanted right? big man time, let’s f-cking go! i’m not playing anymore, yeah, what? what? what?

[chorus]
i keep money and my weapons in a big stash
fight me, knuckles gettin’ bl–dy when i hit back
high speed, normal man would buckle from the whiplash
hush, did you miss that?
try to keep your eyes on me (yeah)
i be moving silently (quiet), try to keep your eyes on me
been hidden in the dark
prepare for what you see, but be scared of what you can’t (what you can’t)

[verse]
check my -rs-nals weaponry
gunner kicking point blank like -rs-nal penalties
katana deadly cleaves
polearms for bеtter reach
staff in sections, three
maki zеnin’s piece
but sharper when it’s me
craft with expertise and carved a destiny (i did it)
link of the chain
the tip of the blade
the simplest ways
the primitive nature
wind and the rain
an infamous name
but minimal fame
invisible face
living in liminal sp-ce
chillingest criminal case
split him from the tip to the waist
invincible isn’t convicting, no, limitless isn’t a train
make your resort to your last resource
now you take precaution to have recourse
i don’t have remorse, reading the target report
adding one more tally to the garnered rewards
take a different path and detour
this ain’t no walk in the park with seesaws
shattered like porcelain vase, can’t reform
cracks run deep like ravine or steep gorge
heavenly blade or a cheap sword
effect be the same on the people
so weather this rage, i’m a freak storm
you’re ending up laid down in the morgue
the scent of decay is a regular fragrance
i smell on my day to day chaos and carnage
sniff out the trash, and then take out the garbage
trimming him back like a blade of the grass is
ripping his neck, i play with guitar picks
i’ll take everything, but will give you a plot of hand
made impact when that clip banged, i done altered mans whole moral stance
not a fan of semantics, i just focus on the job at hand
i’m a gambling man, so i’m not bothered if the odds are stacked
yeah, trade a life for a fee
got a bribe, lock my sight, and the cycle repeats
got my eyes on the prize and my mind on the green
i got titles to swipe and no time for the grief ’cause
[chorus]
i keep money and my weapons in a big stash
fight me, knuckles gettin’ bl–dy when i hit back
high speed, normal man would buckle from the whiplash
hush, did you miss that?
try to keep your eyes on me (yeah)
i be moving silently (quiet), try to keep your eyes on me
been hidden in the dark
prepare for what you see, but be scared of what you can’t

[outro]
haha, alright, serious talk

- connor quest

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