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letra de track 6 - demondice karen

[verse 1]
faking nice, rollin loaded dice is overrated
i’m pretending like the i love the game but i ain’t ever played it
i’m a liar till i’m lying in my grave, it’s complicated
i say it over and over and over again, i over state it
it’s so insane that i ain’t sippin’ the starbucks
on non-fat lattes with the rest a tha white f-cks
a sitting duck sitter, i grew sick of the quacks who had
a hyaku pasento chance of a livin’ life on their backs, so
michibatta de battari, to batta batta sawing
about to hit that a home run, that whole in one but first things
first, i’m gettin thirsty, words don’t easily come to mе
“nihongo ga heta, kedo mecha kucha kawaii!”
satanic flow, panic, blow thе engine ignites when i’m
pretending you’re the fool but really, who is in the right then?
i’m right as rain, always been, a shame i’d rather lie it’s
easier to trick em all with “chotto gomen, wakaranai!”

aviator shades rockin, roll up in the whip, throw a
gang sign, “catch ya later” b-tches, here’s a tip:
guaranteed to getcha wish whenever satan in the mix, though
this ain’t no motherf-ckin panic at the disco
[verse 2]
yo f-ck an origin story, ya see there’s not a lot to get, though
sheltered in suburbia, then moved out to the ghetto, daily
bang bang bang!! on the door, “do you have any spare change?”
i dare to close the godd-mn door, i’ll get my face rearranged (okay…)
they way they play the game, i can’t even retort, natural
selection says you want it? shut up and reach for it, a
tough as nails lady born and raised in the wrong court
now see i’m just a tourist in this world a yours, i’m kinda sorta
sore in the ass, from passin’ master to master, hear a
psycho d-ck chasin’ b-tch’s psychotic laughter
all these jealous ladies actin like they know you
and it’s not like i do, but see i don’t pretend to
that’s the difference
you ain’t interested in same face b-tches around you
loneliness and lacking confidence is what it comes down to, hah!
i won’t be like them, i play it cool to spite them
obligated to enlighten you that satan’s at my right hand
let’s blow this popsicle stand, i’ll letcha lead the way boy though
i’m a professional, i’m fresh but got no proof, boy
the homies hear about this, that’s a chance that i’m take
now ima duck and roll up out this train cuz this was a mistake… bye!

[chorus]
suck it up sonny, or you’ll live and die a “neet”-o
bottom feeding bas-m-nt dweller’s lonely shiko shiko
ya really think i came this far to p-ssy out and dip? no
this ain’t no motherf-ckin panic at the disco
aviator shades rockin, roll up in the whip, throw a
gang sign, “catch ya later” b-tches, here’s a tip:
guaranteed to getcha wish whenever satan in the mix, though
this ain’t no motherf-ckin panic at the disco

- demondice karen

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