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letra de neptune - fyre

[mxlplx and g rider]
wandering through the black with nothing on my mind
don’t know when i’ll be back or how long i’ve been behind
can’t remember when i left or what made me go blind
painful life, peaceful death, laid to rest on the grind
clear my head with a bullet to the top of my spine
the trigger made me pull it, told me i would feel just fine
they said i was depressed but i didn’t have the time
everybody wants to flex, everybody wants to shine
i wear this filthy flesh like a moldy orange rind
delete me from the program, eliminate my system
lyrically produce the slow hand experience you’re missing
some say i’m a cold man, f-ck them, why i never listen
wake up and close my eyes, not much i like to see
put on my disguise, cover my body with debris
by the time people realize what this is, i’ll be free
how long must i serve this bid before they have mercy on me? (what i say?)
pay the toll and cross the bridge, murder blood thirstily

[sw-nk daddy]
so high, high as chronic fatigue
hanging from a sky long tree, dangling for no reason
catching the sun like a virus
i’m heated, i’m underneath no percentage!
i’m behind no aspect of love known to the -n-lytical dark process
my train station doesn’t tolerate theory!
today we entertain no one in our search for color, rather – the shade of emptiness
now you’re in your car, your head is stretched to all corners of their car
the rearview mirror’s on a fyre and the wheel is locked in this beautiful day
you’re being force fed by your own brain out of control, not out of place
the drive that’s seen may exist anywhere
if i tell you it’s 5:00, it’s also 2:00
in this case, i believe nature knows to do
the flight of vivian, my estranged lover
reds my eyes, fingers; she used to be there, she still is there!
“she’s never coming back”, that’s what they say
so high today, your mind today
the wind blows a little and the chess game is over
[g rider]
protect yourself from people not paying
see the easy men looking for the easy way
tacos and salsa to start your day
supposed to power rest and now i kick it and parlay
i kick it with the fellas, we talk sh-t about the b-tches
our favorite word is “h-lla”, we always sag our britches
i plan to dip in safety for a sentiment of high rule
read the newspaper about, come to buy tools
fools arise in this kind of paged reality
in devil’s land, born a nonlocality
protons and photons, neutrons, nucleus
electric electrons, protrudes immediates
allegory myth, legend tables, fables
show program me and a-okable
raise your fists if you love to be
a fake ass b-tch who’s always smiling
watch this world take wild young men
and turn them into bitter old pedestrian
escape now, it’s your last hope
or watch yourself die in this dope

- fyre

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