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letra de lockjaw! - deadpan

[intro]
i’m not the one (running)
i’m not the one and you knew i never was (i’ve been running, running)
i’m not the (running, running)
aw sh-t, i’m not the f-cking one (oh, you played me for a f-cking–)
i don’t give a f-ck
i don’t give a f-ck
the place from which your blood comes (no, b-tch, i’m not the one)
i’m not the one (no i’m not the one)
no, i’m not the one (i’m not your motherf-cking b-tch)
i don’t give a single f-ck
i’m not the one (i don’t share blood)
f-ck (i don’t share a droplet of blood with you, huh)
i’m not your little b-tch, son
oh, i’m not the one
i’m not the one, f-ck
no, i’m not the one
i nevеr was
you know i never was
i’m not the f-cking onе
i’m not the one (i’m not the one)
i don’t give a f-ck whose blood you share, b-tch, i’m not the one
i’ve been running, running, running, running (i’m not the one; i never was)
running
[verse]
dropped the guard, got lockjaw, stop and just saw me watching him
not the so-called god your father is, bloodline’s intolerant
politics as typical; profit rocked crystals of king solomon
plotting it, all mine; raw mineral riches delivered the sp-wn of romulus
oblivious self-pity set in obsidian since the dawn of hominids
devolved to feign confidence
savor it, bottle it
modicum of caution splayed across his face, making the pauses ominous
won’t fall for your staunch tactics, sh-t, i’ll fracture that false concomitance
product of pax romana; violent dining on china of iron and rust, rust
mimicking commodus sipping the finest stock in asylum from us
want us to gush, lush stories of accra, ghana, botswana
just a modern livingstone, indigenous kids defiled your bust
what a vile, f-ck, spun the dial, c-ck it adios
called a mild and smug toast rubbing the maserati chrome
while the lyre is plucking a song as long as hammurabi’s code
then written in laws that fostered our toxic polyphones
you just liked the ring of it: roped into binding knots tied delicate
this beast in the room between us could poach, skin, and feast on an elephant
better to leave it be then let it sink its t–th in your attempts of quelling it
‘cause it’s settled, living centuries in that blessing you requested just to relish in
just to watch me beg for it, untied the knot ever so delicate
you just wanted to watch me beg for it
i don’t give a f-ck how delicate
you could be the most delicate in the world, i’m not gonna beg for it
on the brink and edge of death, i wouldn’t even beg for it

- deadpan

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