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letra de final stand - diesel clockwork

[verse 1]
let me take you back, to a time in july
super hot day, windows tinted, tough guy
whipping through the city, making moves on the side
bumping big l, and just showing off our ride
duplex had a swerve nearby, and we were famished
did his business, then we stopped by for a sandwich
small shop, i know the owner, so we took advantage
left a big tip, back to the whip, but the tires damaged
is it a nail? naw, it’s a set up god dammit!
grab the heat, out the backseat, try not to panic
duplex got so fl-stered that he started spеaking spanish
in forty-five minutes, the sun will start to vanish
who would do this to us? it can’t bе worth it
pulled out our phones, called an uber, no service
see some dudes plotting, so we started getting nervous
took us thirty seconds till we figured out the purpose
[chorus]
so this is it, this is how i die
but if i’m boutta die, then i wanna die high
it’s gone to sh-t, there’s no where else to hide
pull the joint out my pocket, puff it up into the sky
so this is it, this is how i die
but if i’m boutta die, then i wanna die high
it’s gone to sh-t, there’s no where else to hide
pull the joint out my pocket, puff it up into the sky

[verse 2]
all of the sudden, everything makes perfect sense to them
trapped inside the stomping grounds of silver pendulum
we heard a gun, think i counted about six shots
took off on foot, hope this ain’t the day we get caught
lacking, that man pendulum is always packing
he got beef with duplex over a recent stabbing
convinced he did it, but that’s not what really happened
the need for vengeance has driven him into madness
we’re outnumbered so we run until we’re cornered
we spot a crane and scale it, keep on moving forward
so come and get us cause, we won’t capitulate
my last words, are “f-ck you”, enjoy the aftertaste
we fight em’ off with the ammo that we brought
we had a chance but its harder than we thought
duplex wearing a bullet and we’re running low
we’re moribund, need to get lifted ‘fore i go
[chorus]
so this is it, this is how i die
but if i’m boutta die, then i wanna die high
it’s gone to sh-t, there’s no where else to hide
pull the joint out my pocket, puff it up into the sky
so this is it, this is how i die
but if i’m boutta die, then i wanna die high
it’s gone to sh-t, there’s no where else to hide
pull the joint out my pocket, puff it up into the sky

- diesel clockwork

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