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letra de twists - fv

[verse 1]
my own foe, my enemy, my nemesis
that’s me. m. night, i’m unveiling a twist
pseudo-psychological rap, thought i’m better than this
i guess i lied to the beat like i was marrying it
this is my very own burden, i’ll be carrying it
while my godd-mn reflection has me staring at it
i see my own eyes dead like a marionette
saying the world’s f-cked up – the red herring of it
is that i’m scared to start living, though i’m merely a brick
in the wall, i feel my failure will tear it to bits
inhale confidence, dwell in the risk
mr. lucipher, i will see you in h-ll a bit
am i talking to the devil? no
i should be knock-knock-knocking on the heaven’s door
asking for luck for my loved ones, one never knows
a dear friend, wooden box, dressed in elegant clothes
that’s a sight that’s inevitable
it brings me pain to be the one to have to tell it to you
a single teat, soul shattering and breaking in two
if life’s a b-tch then i will have to claim that death is a fool

[chorus x2]
pam-param-ram-pam-param-pam
pam-pararara-pam-pam-parararara
pam-param-pam-pam-param-pam
pam-pam-paaam

[verse 2]
this is someone i never wanted to be
mr. downer buzzk!ll, people frowning on me
decide to be a fun dude, yo, this round is on me
let’s pound a couple of beers and be as loud as can be, but
four beers, a bottle of wine later
the initial pain grows, the sorrow becomes greater
fear settling in, i’ll be calling in my neighbor
i’m falling, i’m racing, i’m hardly alive, later
rest in peace, motherf-cker
the paranoia’s got the best of me
a lesson for me, how crippling stress can be
i definitely should really start adressing my needs
you’re failing to see that no one’s as compelling as me
i’m yelling at fellas i’m careless, got a h-ll of a break
my destiny – be wealthier than elegant sheiks
so f-ck failing, i’m rebelling until the end of the week
friday, i’m a god
good lord, i walk by and people applaud
like jay-z said, man, “it’s just my thoughts”
and you’re preaching to the wrong choir, f-ck your gods
f-ck your gods
f-ck your couch, dogs, cats, kids
f-ck your spouse. f-ck family pictures and your wonderful house
man, unnecessary rants is just what i’m about

[chorus x2]
pam-param-ram-pam-param-pam
pam-pararara-pam-pam-parararara
pam-param-pam-pam-param-pam
pam-pam-paaam

- fv

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