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letra de nightrover - curtis foster

[hook]
catch a fade at the hands of the nightrover
yeah, are you afraid of the dark? that’s when i pull up
yeah, i got the weight of the world on my shoulder like a boulder
’shwy i don’t got no control of my impulses
said you’ll meet your fate at the hands of the nightrover
yeah, you gon’ be another tally mark on my quota
‘cause i’m always facing the world
while feeling cold, i’m kinda soulless
don’t you know that’s why you missing on a poster?
[verse 1]
i don’t get why in the f-ck everyone’s so up in arms over sudden harm?
so what? you went jogging and found a dozen arms and a couple hearts (so what?)
then quickly you dial in 911, bud, you’s a f-ckin’ narc
guess i’mma know better next time than to tuck it all in a public park
sufferin’ succotash
blood in a bubble bath
comin’ up for a gasp
ya shouldn’ta slipped ya foot on that rubber mat
as soon as you crossed my path
you was destined to become the subject matter of another podcast
morbid or crime junkie’ll probably cover that one (hahahaha)
keep it weird! but not that weird
you don’t wanna be abducted by someone who look like blackbeard
you don’t wanna get dismembered and end up with flesh that’s pan-seared
you don’t wanna be remembered every november without no answers

[hook]
catch a fade at the hands of the nightrover
yeah, are you afraid of the dark? that’s when i pull up
yeah, i got the weight of the world on my shoulder like a boulder
’shwy i don’t got no control of my impulses
said you’ll meet your fate at the hands of the nightrover
yeah, you gon’ be another tally mark on my quota
‘cause i’m always facing the world
while feeling cold, i’m kinda soulless
don’t you know that’s why you missing on a poster?
[verse 2]
i’m a psycho pyro, thrown on the pyre, coals are ignited
don’t need a rifle, throw me a knife and i’ll hold it
but the fire can’t hold me, i’m michael myers
deadass rise from the dead ash
jesus, i’m a phoenix, where the meds at?
offa my rocker ’n i can’t seem to get back
given’ you a piece of my mind with some wine in a gift bag (here)
sayin’ stuff in my native tongue, veni vidi vici
cogito ergo sum, speaking latin via ouija
placin’ a sign on cielo drive, make it somethin’ witchy
manson couldn’ta fathomed the family that’s finally f-ckin’ with me
got some screws loose in my noggin, i guess my head is off
it’s hereditary, blaming my sh-t on everyone
the b-tch of the situation? this could happen to anyone
the cycle just continues on and on and on, etcetera

- curtis foster

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