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letra de original - darziel

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original lyrics
[verse ii: home bowman]

i ain’t heard a peep in minute
from the people i don’t like
need to discipline the children
keep them in your line of sight

disappear for half a year
i’m coming back to haunt your nights
nightmare used to be so pretty
now it’s just a poltergeist

who the f-ck is talking now i’m taking names again
aphrodite k!lled ’em twice like mortal blade and then
styling up on my opponents like i’m pay to win
and i might say it again, do not f-ck with kaeden

and his crew

i think you could use a break
you can barely conversate
definition of a fake
if you’re not then pick a pacе

i could top it any place
any location i’m based
you can see it in my face
indiffеrence in every case
sober nights i keep my mind in tact
do not a need a heart attack
from the uppers and the sh-t
they feed you got your cardiac

all sorts of f-cked up in your old pontiac
why you flex a used 97′ you drive to the laundromat?

i hate because it’s fun
i lie because i can
the truth has never won
what’s left to understand?

i’m just a party crasher
got you blacked out in the stands
i’ll leave the city nameless
have ’em all clapping their hands

motherf-cker this is me
i deserve to let it free
take it or leave it
you would sure not be the first

you’re just a nominal fee
speak what i see
i will not beg and not plead
work ’til my eyes both bleed
i am the bark of the tree
that you bear fruit from and need
you are the stitch of the —

my

family drowning me deep in a hole and
i do not seem able to crawl my way out
reminiscent of the days in a bubble
where i felt depressed but invincible how

did i still manage to get myself up
in the morning and bury my face in a desk
it was before the attack that i had that one night
that induced my perception of death

words that keep echoing inside my head
like a ricocheted bullet with nowhere to stop
“you still behave like a child, you shouldn’t”
i never had my opportunity knock

you just want something to blame for your
troubles you gathered you think that you’re
stuck in a knot

twisting and turning i’m out of my gurney
i’ll pop me a benzo and lay in the cot
simple as it may sound
i’m the best coming out this town
leave a b-tch frown upside down
better lock the doors in your house

i’m a creep
tom yorke in a fleece
fresh meat
that’s the way i’mma beat–

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