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letra de madness - fyre

[sw-nk daddy]
uh
yeah… sh-t

i can’t begin to trust my eyes, they’ve pertained for too long
just as helpless as our path, heavy as our songs
this is the life we’ll never know until we’re gone
my time’s for music, praying, and blazing bomb
don’t ever stutter cuz i know where i belong
what makes them shutter is the life we know is gone
enjoy the gutters like an emptied vietnam
inside the comforts of knowing it nevеr matters
to carry on the many plots, emptinеss gets captured
taking hits of what you got and entering the madness
turning into what we watch then burying the hatchet
never helped enough to drop but i’ve helped enough to pass it
sh-t, i’m busy racing devils cross the street from my casket
and they busy raising me to a parabola passage
no good claim of the streets from my mental lapses as the rain explains the heat
come closer to me now, we’ll share this faithful glass of tea

ayayayayayayayay…

[mxlplx]
yo
stefan against reality, been like that since day one
dealing with the technicalities of living on the run
from having split personalities and feeling like i’m dumb
sp-cing out cuz my memory is shot like a gun
keep my faith in the destiny that got my body hung
hanging out in the gutter with intoxicated bums
what i say? i didn’t stutter, told you once and i’m done
repetition is for idiots, i never been the one
feared as too sh-tty to understand where i’m from
collect your thoughts and get with me or get gone to the drums
beating harder than a city made of nothing but slums
i wear this cuz it fits me, not cuz it’s fun
go get yourself a fix and come back when you’re cool
enough not to trip off the size of my jewels
f-ck yes i’m sick, but at least i’m not the fool
kissing ass, sucking d-ck, and eating sh-t cuz that’s the rules
a man must follow to move up when he doesn’t know the game
tomorrow’s just enough, driving all of us the same

[young g]
sw-nk 2000, riding all high
i could pull b-tches but they passing me by
blown off ecstasy, blunts in the fry
getting f-cked up, not afraid to die
why is a youngsta gaining so much power?
too much hustle to get paid by the hour
devour more than the normal man
high metabolism in the mindset that i can
do whatever i want, just f-ck it and flaunt
demons at haunt, insecurity taunt
in a state of shock, scheming on the knock
up and down the block, you know it don’t stop
young g keep it hot, i got too much energy
my will to exist pushes me endlessly, entropy
telepathy feeling free cuz i blaze three, dropping ecstasy
living room all hazy, kinda like we bring g from 2000 to 2083
ah…

- fyre

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