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letra de syrup - deadcrow

[verse: deadcrow]
dropping t-rds for disposing terms while disclosing sherm
dres-gosis, beat halitosis by exposing germs
onto the runner up, get thunder struck
or run over by skunk odor coming out the windows of a hundred trucks
their feet are stuck like, stepping on wet cement
y’all can’t be dense, even if y’all were this weed scent
which means y’all could never top this pot smoker
my thinking’s a lot, bolder, & my hearts a lot, colder
y’all lack older maturity, thoughts of impurity & insecurity
got me checking each back side even walking past security
a recurrence-y
like me hustling weed or ecstasy to re-ssure this currency
im currently sitting back lounging at a lounge in paradise
minus these parasites that be surrounding each & every night
a freak in every life, past, present & future
y’all copy the st–z like, “since that’s different it might suit ya”
but y’all be stalking a part of him in a cardigan
& not the part of him that’s a martian with no margin end
or the part of him that was bargaining with he who will not be called again
my souls stuck in a cauldron
burning down million feet’s below the earths crust
a minion seed cursed & high off earths dust & purp slush
disturbed plus, spit surplus of purpose being
having, these hearers hearing acting like some worthless beings
im, ignorant, arrogant, with a hint of bad parenting
bust my seeds on your parents bed & show you where my manners went

i bust my seeds on your parents bed & show you where my manners went

- deadcrow

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