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letra de bad influences - critical lenz

[hook: critical lenz]
drinking ain’t my enemy, or so my friends are telling me
desires are a crime? tonight commit a felony
tipsy off that hennesy, we’re replicating ecstasy
by tomorrow morning, she’ll be another memory
just a memory, our past is in this flask
gulpin’ bottles till we’re hollow to forget about tomorrow
got a pool full of liquor, so when you get the chance
spark a light then dive in, until we turn to ash

[verse: critical lenz]
i’ve been, getting faded, ever since i faded from her existence
unfamiliar bas-m-nt, b-ss vibrating the foundations shifting
got a whiskey sour, whisking me away from all the drama
losing my will power, willing to indulge in my vices comma
think i’ll turn my phone off for the whole night
women dancing in and out of the strobe light
not strippers but they better work the pole right
nice figures and them jeans are so tight (but what’s their souls like?)
another sip with a potent kick
drown our conscience till we lose consciousness
become emotionless until we’re motion sick
or can’t identify what our potion is (but it’s poisonous)
till our synapses are as slow as mol-sses
slamming shot gl-sses, and puff puff p-sses, just to get p-ssed this
sparking up kush like it cushions the blow
we ignite fast but we burn slow
in the midst of an alcoholic mist
unsure if headed for heaven, or dante’s inferno

[verse 2: critical lenz]
inhale, exhale, seems my emotions are in your favor
voodoo, or spells, trying to see if it’s in my nature
to catch a rebound like a basketball player
turn off the lights i don’t need a saviour
brought one to the hojo where the hoes go
when i finish my ex and i will get a low blow
coronas corrode esophagus linings, bodies intertwining
we’re twisted in two senses, my two cents is
that her caramel complexion has me invested
in filling her coin slot making a deposit
so exotic body hot like the tropics
when you’re forgotten like an apparition
during climax it’s your face i envision
stricken down by the ever fateful disease
somebody fix me up another love antidote please
every liquor cataract flowing down my throat
encircles me in a crocodile filled moat
there’s no degree for self medication
malpractice i’m my only patient
so inebriated shouldn’t have acknowledged my friends
whenever they were saying

- critical lenz

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