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letra de broken songs - fyre

[mxlplx]
so, it had me feeling h-lla ugly
hanging out with crazy junkies
we’re addicted, we can’t quit
i seek out in the lamp sh-t
god’s in the living room lighting up the blackness
only crashed cuz i can’t stand this
tripping on a b-tterfly, sipping mushroom tea
didn’t think i’d wanna die til i was born in this body
the calm before the storm coming from where you can’t see
scalping and riding bare back, i want survival where we’re amateurly mindless
my skeleton is spineless and me, boy get the heimlich from stomach
the sky lit, cold beasts and i mix like liquid and ice
wonder why this is timelеss, said i was mean but i’m the nicest
to еver not get invited to the sh-t they said was private
spit this on the man you call your highness, b-tch!

[sw-nk daddy]
check check check check check check check
doop doop doop doop ruh-doop doop!
uh

if i’ve been k!lled then i’d been dead, but i love it on the edge
take it all to the head, set fire to a tread
and another, hardcore pointed with my brother
to get it born and bred to ride a b-tch
forever sworn to shred and smoke a spliff
feeling this of undead off another trip
up on the weekend, b-tch, on the mothership
nah, n-gga i’m smoking a blunt, f-ck that other b-tch
n-gga, tell me why i’m all up in my gutter sh-t
i told the motherf-cking freestyles under sh-t
from 23rd street, the n-ggas know my rider’s b-tch
i walk up in your room and tell ya, it’s all nada sh-t
smoking spliffs, we do it everyday
you come by, you know exactly what the f-ck you say
don’t say sh-t, you walk and get your ass gone
we’re smoking, you know the saying, “broken song”
haha!

[young g]
you know?
you can’t f-ck with this

no matter what i hustle, seems i gotta send it
the more i stack up, the more my want’s extended
expanding more energy than five normal men
just cuz my mind cannot learn to be content
consent of a parent is a dent in the bent
twisted reality that inspired mind’s event
resident of evil, sin is ultra natural
why that argument doesn’t seem too factual
project to foes, suppose in the rows
doze in the rose garden, young g starting
just another uprising, young driving
souped up timing, off cadence rhyming
blades sent from the lung through the tongue
of the young sprung off drugs, strung out thugs
used to like love, now i love bud, haha…

could a crazy dank youngsta really rap like that?
now it’s back to the shack with my sack
jack another idea into my mind
all on the grind, searching for divine
taking blunts to the face at a death-defying pace
it’s not me against the world, it’s me against the human race

- fyre

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