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letra de my hoopty comes with grievances - death4thoughts

[verse 1: d4t]
reputations
punishments without the allegations
intimidations by my restraintments
expect containment
-ss-ssinatin’ my patient’s patience
for pure relation
the result of pressured immigration
i’m feeling sick i need a vaccination
attack your back with slats for lacerations
charles manson with a better playlist
i’m running out of gas
i’m driving past to hit the station
plus i got a thirst for blood
and jesus christ no menstruation
want to be a death obsessed demon?
well here’s a demonstration
i got pulled over cause you were bored
and i’m entertainment
young and black, in fact i’ll juggle
here’s your money
yes i’m buckled
patient’s not
but let her struggle
screw a seat-belt
where the muzzle?

[hook: d4t]
you’ve been acting different since we’ve met and i’m pretty sure that i’m ready to go
(to go, to go, to go)
my existence is a privilege since we’ve met and you tell me that you’re just letting me know
(you know, you know)
and not to step on your toes
(there’s something bumping in the trunk i’m pretty sure its not the b-ss dropping)
this can’t be kept on the low
(bumping in the trunk i’m pretty sure its not the b-ss dropping)
but if tonight i don’t show
(bumping in the trunk i’m pretty sure its not the b-ss dropping)
my family’s going to look for me and you will be captured

[verse 2: d4t]
i was born less important
born with distortion
you’ve had not a portion
of me yet
you were born for abortion
plastic to porcelain
goblin to gorgeous
starbucks to horton
i’m loved at home
but i feel like an orphan
you really don’t care
you got all you could wish for and dare
and you think i’m freaking scared
i’m scared that you’re under prepared
and it’s not fair
your looks are amazing
i swear
you’re the daughter of the devil
from your stature to your hair
and if you’re motormouth impaired
i know some people with some nair
ow
girl i will cure you
you can’t endure abuse
you’re weak so what’s the use
you’re a mannequin with att-tude
so sit yourself down
stop the chatter
i’m climbing ladders, the madder hatter
back stabbers get lashed faster
i ignite lanterns, i spit fire, don’t get flattered
if i tell you that you’re hot and i burn you like right after
open the trunk to the ford focus
i feel bogus
you’re half dormant
the gun’s loaded
you don’t deserve this
i let you go

- death4thoughts

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