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letra de r.i.d - dylan hansen

[verse 1: nico indigo]
i think i lost my ego, people wonder, “where did he go?”
we know everything is possible if we just conquer evil
this the third dimension form of me so you can call me nico
indigo’s are on the rise and that’s the word of steelo
i’ve been trippin’ on them shroom caps and the walls are speaking to me, and i don’t know where my shoes at ’cause my thoughts are leaking through me, and i’m headed where the dooms at for my boys to roll a doobie, and i know she knows my moves i’m with a girl that never knew me
does time even exist or is it just a fuckin’ myth?
you can call me ignorant, but ignorance a bliss, and i’m comin’ back for vengeance like i be the fuckin sith
steady in this dimension, hopin’ for the fifth
and i’m awfully off alot of em they wonder if i’ll pop wit’ em
there’s ladies at my crib and i might just
take some shots with em
tabs up in my palm, wait ’till 6 and then i’m droppin’ em
i’m chillin’ by the palms thc in my esophagus
don’t mean to bring the violence, but i’m comin’ with the silencer
your mind is with the sirens, sniffin’ lines i bet your sinus hurt
can see it with my eyes, i’m paralyzed and now my iris hurt
i’m chillin’ with the mayans told me lies about the calendar

[hook: nico indigo]
religion is division get r.i.d of it please
and i’m prayin’ to myself i’ll get on my knees
said division is religion get r.i.d of it please
and i’m prayin’ to myself i’ll get on my knees

[verse 2: nico indigo]
uh, take me to the ocean, you know i got the potion
i’m just sittin’ posted smokin’ hope to open loads of doses
hope the doja overdoses, ain’t reloadin’ we not part of that, we know this have a heart attack
it’s worthless, churches prayin’ up to god for you but took from all the purses…
yeahhh took from all the purses (motherfucker)

religion is division get r.i.d of it please

[verse 3: dylan hansen]
yeah, imma spit some shit you never heard me spit before, feelin’ distant i been livin’ don’t come knockin’ at my door
keep your distance you some children i’m the man she can’t ignore
quit your b-tchin’ let me hit it got some pussy to explore
but if man make the money, why the money make the man?
never question whats in front of them could never understand, how the people actin smart, never wonder who they are
just become another part of the plan of those in charge
flowin nexus, make connections, feel it in my solar plexus resurrected, sent to heaven with a ego big as texas
at the, 7 eleven, make sure to mention my brethren
we in the medical section smokin’, awoken collective
blunt full of two grams, roll it with my two hands
view the world through three eyes, workin for both my two plans
awake the nation, impatient, i gotta wait be complacent with racist places
i’m vacant my body is spacious
i’m tastin’ the blood of ancient generations
i’m makin’ my way to pacin’ with satan through heavens gates
and make em bury the hatchet
kush cologne in my cl-sses don’t tell the teacher
when you sleepin’ check beneath ya i’m the reaper
uh

[hook: dylan hansen]
religion is division get r.i.d of it please
i want peace, no invisions of grippin’ the piece
religion is division get r.i.d of it please
i want peace, no invisions of grippin’ the piece

- dylan hansen

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