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letra de fuck up the dance (futd) - dabbla

i’m not real, i’m not fake
yeah, i’m hardly here but not late
guess that’s part of the deal that won’t break
get your fingers out of my face
bruv, you’re occupying my sp-cetime
stop f-cking up the whole b-ss
see that guy’s supply the whole pipeline
the big fat slow motion high five
cos he’s winning
yeah i’m winning
they been willing it since the beginning
i’ve been the goody, a baddy, a villain
fulfilling my destiny doing my bidding
and that’s how i’m living
yeah i’m living
and i’m keeping your living room spinning
you’re a shadow of someone that isn’t
obsessing and g-ssing about something they didn’t
and that’s not a given
so i’m forgiving
whatever the god is not willing
ay, look at the belly it’s bulging
why is the cherry not grinning though
just opinion
one in a billion
yeah you better have a word with your minions
you ain’t getting nothing in with them blinkers
might take this sh-t back to the incas
man’ll get gospel
medieval
got em all curled up in the fetal
i put a flag in the ground for my people
blud, you’re a bigger [?] than [?]
you ain’t even gonna see another sequel
wagwan treacle, peace from another upheaval
surrounded by turkeys, leeches and weasels
how you gonna soar like an eagle?
cool
now you’re getting it
let it all sink in for a little bit
and now it’s in full swing and i’m k!lling it
man’ll work on the sand or sit in it
what’s it gonna take?
aching and sick of it
wait til you break your neck when you slip in it
and i got it ziplocked, boxed-up, shipping it
you would be a much bigger man for admitting it
but
great story
i’ll catch you up
don’t wait for me
yeah i suppose keep cracking on with it
nice to know they got hate for me
stays naughty
does what he wants and loves it
had a job: paid poorly
now he pulls down pants in public
how many times can you change the subject
without saying anything new? it’s crazy
somebody p-ssed me a baby
i kissed it on the cheek and returned it safely
feels like murder lately
dead to the world, i’ve lost it
i used to have hopes and dreams
now i just scream at inanimate objects
all of my chips on this b-tch
p-ssing out raps and riders
the forces i f-ck with are quite coercive
serve the mash and catch laryngitis
nah, can’t divide us
it’s all dealt with swift and justly
buried deep down inside us and bubbling up
we’ve been through the f-ckry
nice to see the whole cosmos working and running on time as usual
accidently tripped up
stacked and slipped in a pile of bugle
questions for god and google
played that game of chance and it
changed your whole circ-mstance
i guess that’s that sh-t right there
that will f-ck up the dance

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- dabbla

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