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letra de kill the difference - fyre

[young g]
(1999…)

and hate can confiscate, hate retaliate
hate can recreate, and hate can desecrate
temples integrated, architecture faded, physical elated, tax exonerated, blades of shades of shadows my gravestones
blown all alone, mistakes keep me glowing, laid off
growing, plates up knowing
down in court showing letters of my mixture
looking towards a light i can’t fixture

[mxlplx]
lately paid bills k!lls my joy like koi
feelings seal me, i’ve been dungeons of pain
the rain is falling, it’s calling my name
while stains cover my t–th like b-tter
i reach my lover’s right peak
but run back down cus what trap sound
it makes it cool, can’t take the rules
man breaks the fool’s heart width
fueled by darkness, you will cry part with your ego artist
but we both know which love holds your pitch
low enough to drip
cold as rough blue rifts flow through unknown l!cks
i’ll show you a poet so out of focus
doubt don’t get noticed outside the circle
inside the hopeless down by that purple seaside of dullness
[sw-nk]
(finish your 40 n-gga! [x3])

just another doja date
blinds open for friction, bringing the light
alarming all addictions attached to whatever
inhale for our vision; a land found in h-ll and
no grounds for restrictions, get around sailing the weights of existing
love shouldn’t have to depend on position
alive outside the useless persistent
for a little paper, watch him k!ll the difference
feel like a programmed pc conviction
no doubt i need much more than prescription
i’m clammy, sounds just like a superstition
ain’t sh-t on my walls but the weight of my mission
until i’m left, spent my whole life fitching
don’t need to see ya, i trust the contradiction
alive is my dream
you better listen if i can’t take the heat
imma burn the f-cking kitchen!
always round the corner from some secluded prison

[young g]
hit and run, flip it hun, dip in the one
slip just for fun, trip in the sun
ship with no captain live without actions
hips scream out passion, drifts of lsd
on a sponge reacting cleaning house
laboratory mouse riding high to the joust
hit i-5, going south
it’s a new day but an old dank route
you know what i’m about, scoring weed, making beats, writing lyrics for this mouth
[mxlplx]
what equals happiness?
love and peace, or cr-ppiness?
this life has captured us
daylight til after dusk
my sight is what i trust
why fight what you can’t touch?
blinded by, a fool’s l-st
riding until you bust
hiding from the truth of us
dying just for the rush
rising in your flying bus
so high, you start to blush
inside the heart of luxe
trying hard not to crush what i feel is a must
add a mind, to subtract or plus
and you’ll find this mask enough

[young g]
explored and conquered through sculpts when i’m high
got hopes, rope inside the boat supply and float in trout
a vow, done purely for god
that provides smiles able to be reconciled with my wild outer child
in a circle towel beginner inner stride
so i crack up, act up
get back up and facts and trust turns to dust
creating blood and pus, love and l-st

- fyre

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