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letra de modern humor - david0mario & arizona

stop the music and go home
i repeat, stop the music and go home

yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, turn it up
to the maker, vibrator
roof shaker, earthquaker
annihilator
yeah

verbal couture, parkour with the metaphors
the flow house of horror, dead bolted with metal doors
grinch b-tch, six sense with a nose drip
mind skydive, sniffing bumps in the c-ckpit
locksmith of hip-hop, appraisal the wrist watch
the rocks bout the size as the t–th in chris rock’s mouth
sock out the mic, prototype for adderall
your work k!lling fiends ’cause you cut it with fentanyl
so much coke just to sniff, need a ski lift
flip your table over if you cut it with the bullsh-t
nosebleed on red carpets, but it just blend in
snapping pictures feeling my chest being sunk in
live a fast life, seen many die slowly
unhappy when they left so i try to seize the moment

funny how it happens who ever would imagine
that joke’s on you but satan the one laughing
ain’t it funny how it happens?
ain’t it? ain’t it funny how it happens?

turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
ain’t it? ain’t it funny how it happens?
shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
ain’t it?

the schoolyard reeks of sewage, (i am a god) broken pipes, broken promise
the thin man staggers lucid for this time of night
drying vomit dangles from the beard, step, mumble, shuffle, trip
but the trajectory is clear, he’s headed for the covered steps
tut, tut, it looks like rain
he remembers a. a. milne each time the sky is this kind of grey
that or his favorite film, gene kelly
leaping technicolor through the fray and feeling glorious
the story is an allegory for his days, but night is coming now

vials snap, aluminum sounds
fibers slap as drops descend on tall cans
it’s all hands on deck to chase the pain away
dealers rockin’ parkas with plenty pockets for product
the money, horrors, the logic and babies holler from colic
the symphony is tectonic, it shifts as the earth is settlin’
precious metals are mined
and a million minds have been meddlin’ with time
in the hopes of getting a golden noose for the neck
golden goose from a fairy tale, sh-ttin’ fabergé eggs
man, it’s f-cked up, ain’t it funny how it happens?
turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
ain’t it funny how it happens?
and every night after the club it goes down
ain’t it? ain’t it funny how it happens?
plenty, plenty, mo’ rounds, bodies, bodies on the ground
on broadway or main street they all stumble out
ain’t it? ain’t it funny how it happens?
to a dozen pairs of hands pullin’ bottles from they mouths
hotties hardly walk now, everybody passed out
ain’t it?
in the backseat of the taxi, so they never heard a sound

it’s the city and the city and you only see one
no way to mask it, a lot became has beens
rolling up that hundred dollar bill till they cash in
and it all looked pretty when it all begun
thinks it gone last, going too fast
but the sh-t has got to balance on the barrel of a gun
man, it’s f-cked up, ain’t it funny how it happens?
all the money in the world ain’t gonna stop none of
that-

i know you’re tired of lovin’, of lovin’
with n0body to love, n0body
ain’t it funny how it happens?
b-tch, what you know about that? don’t act like a newbie
new d boys get jacked, what you need is a new jack swing
and a new truly discerning taste for the base, like a foodie
harmony’s cruelly high when it’s on his step
stepped on dope is a safety net
and the dope fiends cry but they don’t regret
everyone get high, go out ’til they

turn the lights off, (i am a god) they done shut the club down
shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
why you fightin’ all the sh-t that make the world go ’round?
world go ’round, world, world go ’round
turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down

i know you’re tired of-
(alright)
of lovin’
ooh, wah-ah-ah-ah!

i can sell honey to a bee
in the fall time, make trees, take back they leaves
octopus in a straight jacket, savage with bad habits
broke, serving fiends, got rich, became a addict
ain’t it funny how it happens, who would ever would imagine
nose running right now, could ya pass me a napkin?
managed to somehow to have the upper advantage
panic when the drugs are gone and n0body is answering

the whole world lovin’ that gangsta sh-t
can’t change this sh-t, it’s dangerous
but it really ain’t nuttin’ to a gangsta
(ain’t it funny how it happens?)

they long for the sleep like they mortal (i am a god), these zombies
but they got this portal in their minds
and the molecules get rewired every trip they takin’ through time

and they trippin’ nightly, the blacks of the eyes igniting
you are now watching the throne
the pits in the backyard biting, the cats in the trashcan fighting
don’t let me get in my zone
the feeling of guns pealing like bells in a telltale reeling

of bodies losing they feeling and falling down and the ceiling
(ain’t it funny how it happens?)
don’t let me get in my zone
is black from the smoke that’s rising, the scent is just so enticing
these other ______s is lyin’
descent is a small price for the right to live out your vices, now

actin’ like the summer ain’t mine
and it all looked pretty when it all begun
(i got that hot b-tch in my home)
but the sh-t has got to balance on the barrel of a gun
(ain’t it funny how it happens?)
you know how many hot b-tches i own?
all the money in the world ain’t gonna stop none of
don’t let me get in my zone
that gangsta sh-t, that gangsta sh-t
don’t let me get in my zone
the whole world lovin’ that gangsta sh-t
don’t let me get in my zone
can’t change this sh-t, it’s dangerous
(ain’t it funny how it happens?)
don’t let me get in my zone
but it really ain’t nuttin’ to a gangsta

the stars is in the building
got the twenties and the fifties wrapped up under all the ones
they hands is to the ceiling
two for twenty, five for fifty, you could move a couple tons
i know i’m ’bout to k!ll it
you could put it in the blood or you could put it in the lungs
(ain’t it funny how it happens?)
how you know? i got that feeling
but, whatever you cough up, remember that it all begun with
you are now watching the throne
that gangsta sh-t, that gangsta sh-t
don’t let me into my zone
the whole world lovin’ that gangsta sh-t

can’t change this sh-t, it’s dangerous
(ain’t it funny how it happens?)
don’t let me into my zone
but it really ain’t nuttin’ to a gangsta
(i’m definitely in my zone)
ain’t it?

- david0mario arizona

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