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letra de go away - cyanide and silicone

[verse 1: d. na$ty]
do you know what it is to be alone at night
do you know what it is to feel the horror and fright
when it’s just you alone in the f-cking fight
and everything you’ve loved is clear out of sight
it’s rock bottom when no one is h-tting you up
cold and alone when the door is shut
there ain’t no one there, they don’t give a f-ck
feel this sh-t man, you’re out of luck
they stepping on you till you’re f-cking famous
cyanide and silicone one of the greatest
they care less who you are, pending on your fame-ness
(i’m still acting my ways and my ways always shameless)
middle finger up to the ones who hate me
one for the f-ggot -ss b-tch betrayed me
blind to your eyes b-tch you can’t see me
only with the money is when you want me
steady on the grind for the love for real
been putting in work instead of popping pills
but nothing seems to work, nothing seems to heal
only when i’m dead will it seal the deal
never felt worse with a hole in my heart
thinking back i want a b-tton so i can restart
nothing felt worse than being alone
it’s a cold -ss world when you’re on your own

[verse 2: sideshow the king]
i ain’t never gonna be tired while performing cause i’m lifted
d. na$ty with me, hanging with the misfits
it makes me happy to have a following of mother f-cking psychos
and a thick b-tch
why you gotta hit me up at a bad time?
why you gotta hit me back with a bad vibe?
f-ck it, i’mma keep this clown sh-t coming
so i can clown all you clowns and make all you clown f-cks nothing
sideshow low key the main event
making other rappers verbally reinvent
and you know me, i’m still posted up in tashkent
uzbekistan ladies in my bedroom with their backs bent
twenty seventeen and i’m still searching for the game hens
couldn’t find them i was busy in my play pen
i f-cked your b-tch in my play pen, she played dead
then again, it was some rough head
and i’ve been doing this for too long
i’ve been working on it, grinding, tryna keep the grind strong
and every tear drop that drops during a song makes me stronger
when i believe that this sh-t’ll drop bombs
whoops, b-tch i ain’t a terrorist
i pulls the chariot of artists by myself around this area
no wonder why my back is swole as f-ck, cause i carried it
been in this black coffin, bury it

- cyanide and silicone

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