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letra de on my own - fyre

{verse 1: stefan burnett}
[to the morn in a flash?]
full blown and born to mash
ain’t sh-t new, this war will last till we’re through
after we’re past, killing you like stacks of cash
feeling blue, i can’t laugh what’s the deal
where they at, what’s it feel like to make it back
cut this and peel way out the black
[cutless?] rider countin’ down
touch this fire, bow to this crown
screwface rider bound to clown every two face liar in my zone
way too tired to drive you home
can’t believe that i’m on my own

{verse 2: sw-nk}
ice cold kisses, shots from the roots
it seems ficticious, fears keep me loose
keep ’em tight right beneath my boots
all in the fire time to feel the mute
[warmth of?] love’s mire
keep drivin’ even though we expired
from the world to a [?] on three tires
suckin’ on the nipples like a pacifier
reality’s a dirty b-tch and we ride her
if it’s real then it best take us higher
cuz i see a lane to the left just like her
[?] dream highways gettin wider
aimin’ the bullet at our chest
cuz we’re fighters, friends break my back
i face the others outside the blessed, d-mn you motherf-ckers
betray me i’ll love you, we’re all gonna suffer
seperate by birth then burnin’ together
got to say the struggle feel so d-mn better
there’s no time to wish we had kept her
can’t wait till she gets a hold of my letters

{verse 3: g rider}
surprise i’m high and i’m rappin’ bout it
look around the room and everything is shrouded
could you find my sober style, i doubt it
thoughts in my mind find life can be crowded and clouded
devowed hits of a [psychopsilocybin?]
my [will again?] thrill [and sin??] i’m ridin’ with glidin’ drifts
layin’ mind, twist a gift [as a good mood?] and a spliff in the valley of the trip lookin’ for a cliff

{verse 4: stefan burnett}
without fear pimps crouch near blazin’ suns sprang
one too many clues [spending blues?] [?]
points through joints magnified
wicked after wise [?] cactus dry
[dim lit?] answers, intentions transfered when questions fade slowly
they hold me suspended floating [offenses?] exposing them senses
then show me what death is, squared
never on, care stretch beyond the limits we’re finished
automatic, man screams fire
c-ck back, click, and retire

- fyre

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