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letra de 32 pairs - esther and frander

[verse 1: esther]
i got a blunt i’m about to burn down
don’t talk to me i’m barely human, now
only thing i do is grunt sounds
i rather be mute than waste breath on you
i hate you, i hate what you do
you broke my heart
i’m glad the feeling ain’t new to me
you belong to me, peep the [?ep]
no longer together, why is it so hard for me?
people walk p-ss me that i used to know
maybe i’m that invincible
tear residue on my black clothes
never catch me rocking white
round you up with my l-sso
this is my rodeo here tonight
i even announce my own fights
with my soul and my heart in between, like
what the f-ck are these n-ggas doing
tug-a-war with my organs
light another port when i’m stressed
my lungs are barely moving
and i don’t give a f-ck
yeah, been wearing the same shirt for three days straight
woopty woop n-gga
i don’t give a f-ck
keep the smile ultra rag yeah the snakes [?thirty-two] n-gga
i don’t give a f-ck

[hook: frander]
been wearing the same shirt for three days straight
woopty woop i don’t give a f-ck n-gga
keep the smile ultra rag and the snakes [?thirty-two] p-ss
but really, i don’t really give a f-ck n-gga
rocking dirty bands even though i got thousands of clean pairs
i don’t give a f-ck n-gga
n-ggas be claiming that they were always there, but where are you now?

[interlude]
you know what
f-ck beauty contests
life is one f-cking beauty contest after another

[verse 2: frander]
i used to wanna rap, now i wanna die
nothing really changed, i just hate my life
i don’t ever change, dress the same for days
covered in these stains, underneath this pain
underneath the heavens, bargaining with angels
they ain’t show me love, so i stole his halo
talking to the mirror, why you want to k!ll me?
i just want to know, why i feel this feeling
feeling like this worlds, not the place for frander
calling god for [?godness], but he never answers
maybe if i called him back, and asked him nicely
then he would rid these demons, out to get me nightly
all i wear is vans, can’t afford some nikes
all i want to know, why you never like me
why is no one like me, why am i alone
i be better with, bullets in my throat

[outro]
sometimes, i just wish i could just sleep until i was eighteen and skip all this cr-p-high school and everything-just skip it
all those years he suffered, those were the best years of his life, cause they made him who he was. all those years he was happy? you know, total waste. didn’t learn a thing. so, if you sleep until you’re 18… ah, think of the suffering you’re gonna miss. i mean high school? high school-those are your prime suffering years. you don’t get better suffering than that

- esther and frander

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