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letra de my plan - feziboy

[part i]

[verse 1]
it’s not properly locked, so i can only just about see it
tell me, what’s the cost of an oscar reward
i’d be proud to meet him (get it?)
a costa coffee bleeds out in the form of seeds and
i’m lost in the coppery brown
i believe it’s rotting deep down without me leaving
this prison’s inside its tomb, kinda like a private room
i’m sitting right in it, i’m living in digits
religion is sinning, it’s bringing more problems and issues
i followed it, thought that it “obviously is true”
i’m cornered so force it but
seem to have brought myself into this loss and
of course, it’s an impossible ch-r-
just to bring me to kiss you (f-ck)
it’s a risk to even speak out
this situation’s making me doubt
my limited patience simply to seek help
people say to risk it and be proud
i go astray and think that i seem louder
with a face of self-esteem, however
my case is i really need a towel
to wipe away motherf-cking demons out! (nyah!)
this prison cell is a mind-f-ck
but i’m living, well, where the pipe’s tucked
depersonalized; i was never here
breathe first and write these messed up fears
each person that tries to interfere
eat dirt and just die in a pit of sh-t!
i wanna be humble, respecting my peers
troubled with drummers, i’m getting more snares!

[part ii]
i mean, i’m just being honest
i don’t really care what anyone says, so
f-ck it

[verse 2]
yeah, i think i really love him but i’m stuck in something ugly
it must be l-st we trust in, can you trust me?
my guts feel so nasty with blood in!
i know my tone juxtaposes, but it’s the path i chose
it’s a chance to flow with art lined up in crafty rows
love is like a plant, it grows! faster with colours, like rose
and it’s important to water it loads
a parent, a daughter; give air to it; it’s best be fair to it, though
and then you reload with a better kiss
together forever, it’s messing with my head and sh-t
as if i’m messing with methamphetamine
oh, yeah, can i get a spliff? no; because this is a better thing to smoke!
i keep thinkin’ i’m bigger when, really, i’m thinkin’
like i’m drinkin’ the liquor with a sh-tty dinner
fitting in with other opinions, hardly winning nothing in this
f-cking business, ‘want some listens but i’m wishing others didn’t
while i’m sinking under with a fast ship; the last to quit
i must tick every task and i’m a narcissist
but can’t resist the empathy, let me be every team
no need to bet on me, so we can effortlessly grow seeds, a better tree
going for a better me no one can ever be
no love for enemies, no one’s the head of me!
there’s sweat in each hand, i guess it’s the anxiety fighting me
now i’m weak when i stand, so i’ll keep my head right in the sand
waiting for the day i can be patient with that
as it’s really been messing with my plan

- feziboy

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