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letra de witches brew - deadpan

[verse 1: deadpan]
they stood up
they only stood up for indulgent and gluttonous fun
they stood up, chuckling, f-cking covered in crumbs
hundreds of us have been looking for something new under the sun
struggling, but something
but something uncomfortable’s bubbling in the slums
it’ll come when it comes like the hungriest hunger does
and hunger’s only done when it’s done
wave birds made the dirt mud; came to wage war where the work was
sugarcane tongue, say what? nerves perked up
waste covered in lace rugs
great basins turned to paper cups
little taste left the whole state f-cked, insatiable l-st
oh we’re f-cked, crater face scrunched
oh this place is f-cked
bled the sacred land bone-dry just for paper cuts
f-ck
[verse 2: deadpan]
everything in its perfect place
the church in the dirtiest state it’s been
the bread the baker plated adjacent to the butcher’s turkey bacon strips
made the dish to say grace, save face, then purge it later; remaining slim
gauged his lady’s interest in burning days in ways akin to brazen sin, straight satan sh-t
talking 1986-level reagan sh-t
if your body’s a temple, baby, let me paint the trim
spade digging in the same naked earth i don’t wanna raise a baby in
wasn’t worth its weight in tailored fits that wore my patience thin
sh-t, still made me grin; caught a shift in the air and glimpse of old times too
never seen colors like the ones you didn’t even wear, jamais vu
your skin, your hair: acidic and bitter as lime juice
cherished those shriveled, low-hanging fruit before even they die too
before they die too
can picture where the vines grew
for fifteen minutes with you, existence didn’t decline, you
picked the last low-hanging fruit, let lines move
and let the last relic of a dying world whither behind you

[verse 3: opollo heights]
truth is, man, i’ve been feeding the pain with a reason to blame this prison
ruthless, man i’ve been breathing the same since breeding and saying, my vision
they say caught in delusion, i say i’ve been caught in ambition
like kim kardash’, when i blow up, don’t wanna get caught up in positions
and i’ve been dealing with changes lately, feel like i’m running from women
cause now i got options, feels like i can’t keep making the same decisions
but i’m trusting my intuition; criss angel, i’m like a magician
distracted by feminine energy, thinking bout f-cking and touching and kissing
[bridge]
the center of my world
love is where you find it…is what you see in your mirror. what you try to do is isolate whatever it is you see in that other person, which is you!

[verse 4: w-llyynova]
the presence of a black women’ll for sure make you lose your balance
a chalice of persuasion spades the play of her cadence and curve
i’d call her out but it just strike a nerve
no need for the english verb, i keep a burn
feel the urge when the pages turn and rip to shreds with saving grace
within her hands i make amends
blur the lines with pixie dust, winn dixie cup filled up with sins
though those moments we can’t repent
can’t remember what day it is, what’s making sense
thoughts paper thin, i take within
and i learned from the grief of keeping firm
like words of worship, sh-t get worse
always in way annie may would take it first
vacation with the burbs now my appetite getting curved
no regiment for me confirmed
outlandish with the mannish way i spit the words, concur
i must concur
all day i design this plan to hold your hand thrown out the rear no resting here (no resting here)
i lead astray, no boat to steer
waves crash with emotion out of fear
theres no love

- deadpan

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