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letra de schizo (2017) - dorian dead

(intro)
yo, dorian dead on the track, uh

(verse 1)
you know i’m high, ayy
you know i’m high, ayy
yes, i’m high on the beat
you know you play on repeat
yes, i be telling you to shut your f-cking mouth when you’re on tv
talking some sh-t on what you cannot be, ayy
“ey yo, shut that f-cking sh-t down, we ’bout to go real hard now”
okay, it’s time to dominate
i’m ’bout to get in and take away the game
i shoot a hater in the d-ck
and drill his d-ckhole with a stick
this sounded slick and lit as f-ck
my ghost-writer cost fifty bucks
nah, that was just a joke (you’re a joke!)
call me the prodigy ’cause i’ll be smacking you up
i go hard on this tracks like a freight train
got a sh-tty accent but i’m like a fastlane
i came to steal the show from a f-cking island
europe and africa claim i’m theirs, they fighting
let it be, letting me getting inside of you
like i’m a strap-on, in and out, oh
soundcloud rappers will be copying my flow
while i be making beats and shooting ’em up, yo
i know you think you’re schizo but you just listen to me
i’m the voice inside your head, that one that you cannot k!ll
i got a couple of reasons to want to be dead
not even my depressed ex wants to have s-x with me (uh-oh)
i got a ticket to prison if i rap ’bout a fascist
another to oblivion if i don’t rap about money
well, honey, what can i do?
they don’t believe me when i tell ’em they’re paying the deuce (why don’t they believe me?)
call me a douche, reduce my music to propaganda
i’ll be decapitating f-ckers like we’re in rwanda
while they be posting sh-t on instagram ’bout ganja
though i need some, ya
some of them try to tell me they’re free
they don’t know that they’re paying a fee
evolution is stopping at netflix
and i’m the one who needs to chill

(chorus)
and they make you think that you cannot change
they make you believe it’s all in your brain
“it’s meant to be”, they want you to say
the only capital i like is the d in my name

(verse 2)
i ain’t getting in clubs, i get drunk in parks
my friends are sick of me, they’re putting me apart
they tell me i’m f-cking crazy, there is no storytelling
they say i’m too dense and i always talk about the same sh-t
i quit, who gives a f-ck? i don’t get thousands of views
all i do is get told bad news
i try to diss a sh-tty rapper and i get hit on
i’m aware i’m just ridiculous so you can sh-t on
my music, my views, my feelings, my whole body
when insecurity strikes, i know i can bring up a bottle
that’s why i don’t get dates, i’m ruining my f-cking face
when my future boss finds this sh-t he gon’ close his gates
’cause let’s face it, i ain’t that good of a musician
i’m pretentious but sh-tty, drop a mixtape on a centenary of what?
i’m a loser in all of the f-cking senses
so i’ll just wait to get laid and see that as an ending
i’ll keep pretending, that i’m satisfied
i’ll probably delete this sh-t after listening a couple of times
at this point i lost my hopes to get signed
self-censorship’s my fetish if i really want that prime time
i need to f-ck, a joint and a bl-wj-b
i need to stop this whiny sh-t on my laptop
middle-cl-ss kid who pretends to be f-cked up
i hope they shoot me in the head to get the job done

(chorus)
and they make you think that you cannot change
they make you believe it’s all in your brain
“it’s meant to be”, they want you to say
the only capital i like is the d in my name

(outro)
and they make you think that you cannot change
they make you believe it’s all in your brain
“it’s meant to be”, they want you to say
the only capital i like is the d in my name

- dorian dead

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