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letra de judas - defjawn

[intro: defjawn]
yeah
yeah, yeah
(defjawn)

[verse 1: defjawn]
gray sky, black lungs, white lies
you only as sick as your secrets are
vertigo already know, can’t breathe
withering heights, feel like i’m heathcliff
full speed ahead, ride into the deep end
thought it was gold, but it’s just glitter with some sequence
good evening, good grief
just relieve me from my post, i feel my soul growing weary
took my hands off of the steering wheel, threaded needle
cruising in this death machine like i’m don cheadle
four-deep, keep diggin’, see the casket still
man in the iron mask, cask of a monteato
apollo 13 and oj in that bronco
told my folks “we takin’ dubs”, that’s all that i know
make a crater when i jump, i land ground-breaking
my motivation as of late been to buy an island
can’t f-ck with all this wave-riding
tide’s breaking, earth shaking
y’all can’t wait to copy and paste
plagiarized, played your odds you jinxed it
thought you had me in a corner, what was you thinking
brain blacked out, i can’t even see sh-t, i’m stevie
i wonder when the work pays off and it gets easy
but my doubts risin’, push ’em down
hope the devil never take me out
[verse 2: bands1million]
give it to me straight
no henny on the rocks
no backseat in my drops
no safety on my-
a place to keep the blinds up
she tell me when the times up
i go and get my 9 out
the friendliest reminder
i’m gentle with the climax i f-ck her from behind at
location dropping imma slide and catch a contact
i vaseline the cheeks
he can never land a combo
he slipping right on contact
so why he choosing combat
that gun don’t make you gangster
better tell me where your minds at

uh, trap doors
808 hitting off the walls
trap floors, stashing sh-t where you can’t find it
i walk inside the room i can’t tell that i’m the highest
some sh-t you can’t buy yet
and i ain’t beefin’ with no boys who got fellas who done passed
see they opps, and them fellas still ain’t die yet
the guns ain’t always prime but i can tell you where the 9’s at
the pressure and anxiety is resting where my mind at
[chorus: bands1million]
yeah, judas sold the god for couple of silvers
we introduced the mob to a couple of children
the preacher stayed alive to deliver the message
the kids made a gang they ran with the weapons
caught up in the traffic he was risking it all
inside the box five times to allah
momma on the porch but you ain’t coming home
the man in that body, he done lost his soul
man in that body, he done lost his soul
caught up in the traffic he was risking it all
inside the box five times to allah

[verse 3: defjawn]
let it all out while i got my guard down
got me sayin’ sh-t i wasn’t tryna start now
in the dark like the lights went out
gettin’ money help, but i feel them clouds coming inbound
sippin’ like i’m sick again, i’m really ’bouta spin-out
blackberry bourbon whiskey smoking precious herbs
bumpin’ cobe in that mustang convertible
gas so loud, i’m sorry, couldn’t hear you
i ain’t one for talkin’, never one to listen
just checks, new balances and christian dior
so many goals, like, who keepin’ score
so many o’s, can’t see anymore
so many o’s on this new polo sport
93’s, gabbana, dolce and [?]
money talks, always answer the call
james bond, seven sins, i’m the reaper of course
love the hate, no i can’t do any wrong
and if i did then you know who you are
yeah
yeah, yeah
need a real quick breather, a yawn
i’m a king, keep moving the p-wns
never seen this before
my ex said that i’m a demon for sure
please read the fine print before you sign [?]
crash-land in a world that’s unknown
forest been over-grown
it keep goin, moss thick on the log
you burry it but in the future when it’s taken its tole
goin’ circles like a roundabout so long i’m outta gas
push it to the f-ckin’ limit, full contact
if it’s out there, you bet i’m gonna find that
[chorus: bands1million]
yeah, judas sold the god for couple of silvers
we introduced the mob to a couple of children
the preacher stayed alive to deliver the message
the kids made a gang they ran with the weapons
caught up in the traffic he was risking it all
inside the box five times to allah
momma on the porch but you ain’t coming home
the man in that body, he done lost his soul
man in that body, he done lost his soul
caught up in the traffic he was risking it all
inside the box five times to allah

[instrumental outro]

- defjawn

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