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letra de demise - django uu

demise
140 bpm
c minor

[intro]
thought you left it back, but it caught up
member all the time when it was just us
hours of my night, that you bought up

[pre-hook]
hours of my time, sleepin’ f-cked up
in the attic, sun’s up
hours of my night that i lost, cuz
sh-t i should’ve tossed, cut
heard you talkin bad, like we warring
your friends you can’t trust them
but she think that i’m an assh0l-
talkin out her ass though
b-tch are you dumb? hoe
i need peace of my mind, but you sliding in
swear that you diseased cuz u wild, on the viral psh-t
i can see you switchin sides, you the type to flip
hopin’ he can please your desires, but he type b-tch

[post hook]
yea
this the demise, some things gotta diе
she gon’ whine, she ain’t tryna shinе (yeaaaa)
you can’t ride the wave, get left behind
this the demise
[verse]
shawty really actin’ up cuz she a handful
paranoia talkin’ to me, goin’ mental
go f-ck, go f-ck yourself i gotta cancel
membership, don’t wan’ remember this
you need an exorcist, demon child, h-llish sh-t
you was never sh-t, such a waste of time, she irrelevant
scandalous, tell her friends the lies, for the h-ll of it
skeletons, locked within your mind, you ain’t tellin’ sh-t
heard you catching cases, ain’t the age to be playin’ with
sugar, salt, n’ twitter simpin’ take a b-tch and make her lit
different kinda n-ggas, really sangin’ for the basic b-tch
i been sayin’ it’s mid, way too sick of this sh-t
issues you wanted, no prob, you could suck on my c-ck
won’t put a n-gga on block, his girl thinkin’ i’m hot (django)
up north, feelin’ so cold, still ain’t cold as your heart (dang, bro)

[pre-hook]
hours of my time, sleepin’ f-cked up
in the attic, drum bussed
hours of my time that i lost, cuz
sh-t i should’ve tossed, cut
heard you talkin bad, like we warring
your friends you can’t trust them
but she think that i’m an assh0l-
talkin out her ass though
i need peace of my mind, but you slidin’ sh-t
swear that you diseased cuz u wild, on the viral sh-t
while i tweet, switchin sides, you the type to flip
hopin’ he can please your desires, but he type a b-tch
[post hook]
yea
this the demise, some things gotta die
she gon’ whine, she ain’t tryna shine (yeaaaa)l
you can’t ride the wave, get left behind
this the demise

[outro]
sebring, drop top
she bring, pock rocks
she get hot spots, then she know it’s time to roll
frenchie, ha, haan
oh my god, god
i got, rock rock, but now i’m just feelin’ cold
sebring…

- django uu

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