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letra de substance d - despot

[verse 1: despot]
every time a bell rings an angel gets a headache
the other shoulder’s home to a devil yelling “checkmate”
fix it on your own with a pebble and some stretch-fate
patron saint of “take away the pain at the best rates”
just take two of these and call me in the morning
match a color to your sickness quick and skim over the warnings
or take two more and try to dial “dead”
now that’s one less thing to think about while getting out of bed
doctor said feeling bad’s not reserved for the stupid
i can’t make it better but i’ll see through that you sleep through it
broken brain, blue, scoopin’ a crude capsule of nooses
bring us your blank stares we’ll fill ’em in with abuses
how many milligrams to k!ll a common cold?
and how many more to make you forget that you’re getting old?
the best package for expending your misery in the gold
treasure-digging in that mammoth pile of out with the old
in with the new miracle medicine, easier living regimen
knowing is half the battle, retiring forgetful veterans
shoulders slumped over a barrel of you’ll never be upset again
locked and loaded, escaped, it ain’t half as cloudy as heaven is
reveling picking a kingdom fit for you
while the rest of them are toiling over tying their shoes
one to your health, and another put your mind on something else
famous sleep deprived city finally found itself help

[hook: despot]
a few cl!cks of the cap to feel better
a new trick to attract a big spender
come get a spot in line for a feel-good bender
why settle? change your mind, limited supplies, enter
and i hope you get well soon
jump on the speedy recovery boom
yeah i hope you get well soon
get on that speedy recovery boom

[verse 2: despot]
kicked that old non-habit-forming sh-t
mr. go and stub your toe on a childproof lid
spoonful of sugar chasing down a reason to live
smooth pusher pulling pleasure out disease with a twist
fl!ck of the wrist pops open the pearly gates, slow traffic
break the only egg you got and put fragments in seven baskets
’til you counting amount of colored bottles lining your jacket
re-ssurance is standing right under god’s magnet
look it up, that’s the stuff. take an extra one for luck
grubby finger reaching down to pull you out of the muck
same hands that fashioned man scribbled frenzied ’til they blister
make the pad blast cures out as quick as he could script ’em
that’s all it did, just puddled with the putty of creation
only take a break to point at the direction where the pain went
great, here’s another one, pummel ’em ’til the brain bends
name on the label and directions on the same print
said he couldn’t see it clearly as they [?]
those puzzled picture pieces limp on broken jigsaw fittings
power struggles said it need a couple more to fix the vision
the blunder that repeats until they spoon out of the prison
drugstore cowboys, blazing guns, hope burglars
see the steam of salvation rising off of each burner
either feed the foul patient or survive to seem hurt-up
give him what he holds sacred and prescribe the beast murder

[hook]

- despot

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