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letra de chapter 10: malik - dadbodd

chapter 10: malik

intro
i can see her, i can see us in my head
between you and me and april wine just for the night
i can see us, i can see us in my bed
underneath just you and me the sheets and we let
the liquor do the thinking…..now i can see him…

verse 1
lost like a man with a goal, parents vacant, a lady chaser and vapid mamma loud as the aces is in his bike spoke
but “i would, yeah she’s that good”
let the liquor do the thinkin’, we do the drinkin’
she’s later than a night of fun
she fueled, amused by the odour of
she knew them few choice brain cells but only one
she split between the means on her mind and the fear of what the mirror wants
she’s on the kanye workout plan
never short of praise, short attention span
in and out of gyms, in and out of beds, in and out of debt like loose ends. malik?
bloated on bullsh-t and defamation
when dad’s no go
stark training every other weekend
when dad’s no go
building walls impossible to defend
when dad’s no go
dark days end in the bas-m-nt, back just like a fat jon snow

bridge
end scene, don’t follow me, want a head in a noose or head in a crown?
end scene, don’t follow me, want a head in a noose and be the heir to a throne?

chorus
i’m just so glad you brought that up
c-cked back, choke it back and chalked it up
to think ‘bout that it gone and f-cked em’ up
like not enough, thanks, thanks for that. x2

verse 2
drunk as a man with a goal p-ssed out on his -ss like canskate
he’s the fat jon snow, the king in the north who can’t skate
dangle or deke a urinal puck or p-ss ring those who can’t do, can drink
and he’s the sh-t, he’s dog sh-t at the loneliest end of the rink
hit the shower, pre game, crush a few brew, scrub up then crank one off like head trauma
dirty valley, pit party out behind hide, hanmer high
higher than any power, higher than any calling
minds a wasteland of french braids and tight waistbands
dirty like his old man’s casualties he’s found guilty of pushing b-ttons and boundaries
guilty of following the hoopla, ne touchez pas, 5 f’s then cut her loose like the prune does
he’s overrated, overstated, over-exaggerated, like his old man insecure inferior i can confirm cause i’m his old man
i’m toxic. broke gl-ss, a reflective surface. tantrum? had them, paid dearly for em’ just like him
embarr-ssed by him but what i f-cken did right by him is a synonym, reflection of a reflection escher’s hand drawing hands
a lot to say, nothing to say, n-body cares just like his old man’s old man

chorus
i’m just so glad you brought that up
c-cked back, choke it back and chalked it up
to think ‘bout that it gone and f-cked em’ up
like not enough, thanks, thanks for that

i’m just so glad you brought that up
c-cked back, choke it back and chalked it up
to think ‘bout that it gone and f-cked em’ up
like not enough, thanks, thanks for that’s my boy

- dadbodd

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