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letra de catch me if i fall - dr. bryant's funhouse

yuh
all i’m saying

[verse 1]
coming through, busted all of mankind out of bed
y’all went, so y’all can stick to your skin
your pitiful drugs, fake love and phone hugging
and ya never-ending spell, yo your consciousness fell
meet ya a generation so wrapped up and selfish
that they’re selling your attention in a sensitive shelf
[?] ringing my bell
like i can afford to pay the rent for something descending to h-ll
roll up yourself, i’d rather sit in my cell
with god instead of vomit and comments to spell
fraudulent, passing off as calmish confident
responses selfish, glorified, as well as distorted
i have never seen worse in all the years that i’m rewarded
disfunctioning symptoms are repeatedly so gorgeous
unfortunate youth spent on fortuitous morphs
subjected [?] carries me aborted
[pre-chorus]
(cut down, chopped up, in little pieces)
lies that we tell help sell our diseases
(if you really think that i don’t need jesus)
newsflash, hashsack, nothing else beats it

[chorus]
y’all, yup, i said it, and i’ll defend it
till the price comes and all the world’s suspended
sorry that your church messed you up when you were seven
it didn’t need to when i was about, mmm, eleven

[verse 2]
heaven was a far way off, to h-ll i’m heading
to help with some good deeds, i got lungs to be getting
and all the girlies love my comedy, beheading
cutting up folks’ heads, roll as i be sledding
yah, this slopes slippery, to my own armageddon
i didn’t know it would be my own slow ending
now i sit serious and contemplate repenting
but who’s kinda busy out to lunch i didn’t forgettin’
so who am i supposed to when the getting gets tough and when i’ve had enough?
and who is it that i am supposed to listen to when all of y’all bluff?
cause i ain’t askin’ for stuff

[pre-chorus]
(cut down, chopped up, in little pieces)
lies that we tell help sell our diseases
(if you really think that i don’t need jesus)
newsflash, hashsack, nothing else beats it
[chorus]
y’all, yup, i said it, and i’ll defend it
till the price comes and all the world’s suspended
[?]
yup, i said it, and i’ll defend it
till the price comes and all the world’s suspended
sorry that your church messed you up when you were seven
[?]

- dr bryants funhouse

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