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letra de blood on my hands - damag3

[intro radio skit featuring noir benny, kenneth goodrich, and cam hayden]

[verse 1, damag3:]
i do not wanna work, so i’m gonna work harder
inner peace be determined depending on texture that’s present in luxury garments
i don’t feel safe so i’m raising an army
existence enslaved to the market
just needed some food and apartment
now i got blood on my hands
now i got blood on my hands
now i can’t see out my eyes
ironic that all of my plans
to see my lil piece of the pie
left me with distaste
left me without sight
now i can see that i’m wha–
now i can see that i’m wha–
now i can see that i’m–
blinded by my own experience
i cannot be trusted, to some degree motives always be ulterior
of course i feel down, b-tch i’m always peering up
fix my insides with exterior
she wanna ride me
he wanna get up inside me
exploiting my p-ssy, i’m selling my trauma
wear this exhaustion like a badge of honor
sobriety tried to tell me i’m the problem
i step back like harding i’m hard-headed
my consumption unethical palms redded
palm my family juuls b-tch it’s all lead in it
it’s hereditary
lia thomas, b-tch i act a fool when i dive in the gene pool
so i blindly follow and lead, too
if the pilot and i can’t agree who
should be flying the plane
does that leave you
in a bit of a pickle? no grillos!
don’t it feel like it’s karma a little?
every dog got its day eat your kibble!
when sh-t hits the fan don’t you sniffle
in a bit of a pickle? no grillos!
don’t it feel like it’s karma a little?
every dog got its day eat your kibble!
when sh-t hits the fan don’t you sniffle
[verse 2, damag3:]
i do not wanna work
so i’m gonna work harder
inner peace be determined depending on texture that’s present in luxury garments
i don’t feel safe so i’m raising an army
existence enslaved to the market
just needed some food and apartment
now i got blood on my hands
now i got blood on my hands
now i got blood on my hands
it’s congolese blood on my hands
it’s blood on my hands from sudan
from the river to sea, took the land
(i slept like a baby)
sacrificial lamb
then i wake up and do it again
wake up and do it again
wake up and do it again

- damag3

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