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letra de michigan blues/hey - dech and musi

michigan blues/hey lyrics
[verse 1]
it’s not a love song, i’m stoic
my hubris heroic, bound to blow it, pandemic parables are protozoic gazing at the sky from your stoop, like “where’d the stars go?” queen pulled up to rule my whole world, but i’m the czar though hardo for embargos on emotional cargo
call it old baggage, type you debrief on harpo
but i carry on, scour stark streets for some carrion
sadboi i’m the paragon, so honey pass the tarragon
shoot the sh-t ‘bout laws, lizzo, and louis farrakhan
eat our d-mn hearts out, since mine’s undead
somber stares with backs turned, a world left unsaid
i’m a book unread, with pages stuck together
goose down pillow talk, two birds of a feather
clammed up about calamity still (it)
shocked my systеm like it’s amityville (sayin’)
sweet nothings like a hannity spiеl (and)
f-ck sean, i’m just trynna keep my sanity real
let my humanity heal, so pardon the profanity
just trynna get some f-ckin’ clarity on this inanity
vanity project, more worship than christianity

[verse 2]
and i can barely speak
limitless limbo, nadir and my peak
this ain’t a rap, it’s a eulogy
my only concern is euphony
memory elegy, you and me
love language fluency, emotional truancy
floodgates of my stream of conscience
lost in the oceans of conches
this the hum of the abundance
this the drum of a sun dance
it’s the wrong text at the right time
it’s the bomb s-x by the skyline
it’s the lowlights and the bright lines
it’s miracles and high crimes
it’s blackouts and white lies
it’s backouts and long sighs it’s
i love you
[verse 3]
wasn’t depressed when i met you
just a coincidence, don’t look too into this
proffered a life that was piquing your pinterest
preference for n-ggas that imitate intimates
trust the process, trust the process, that’s what the doc says
makin’ less sense than a op-ed, rather drop dead
hop the turnstile, make the cops red
3 to new lots, where the stops end
make some more mess to keep the mop fed and—
ain’t enough white boys in the world to bleach ya dirty laundry

them linens tawdry anyway, i pray to audre any day
lord(e) knows
self-preservation, have my reservations, hesitations, trepidations
i love you

[verse 4]
f-ckin’ mortar to my pestle
ain’t we such fragile vessels
the dynamic is ceramic, drowned in debris like titanic
don’t panic, only manic, every fortnight
meandering life, trynna be forthright
i love you

- dech and musi

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