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letra de escape - g-mo skee & stu bangas

[intro]
dammit stu! the entire city has gone mad to the point of no return. i’m just – i’m just tired, man. ball sack potatoes. well, if they want filth city they can have it. i’m gettin’ outta here, one way or the other

[verse 1]
it’s like i’m trapped inside a tuna can, everything is fishy
in this f-cked up place where all the staircases p-ssy
i’ma escape the city and i won’t even leave my friend’s dead body in this b-tch, i’ma take it with me
bury it on the outskirts in the brown dirt
and nеver look back, i’ll be free as a child’s birth
all thesе f-ckin’ streets are plagued with a foul curse
f-ck filth city, i should burn this b-tch down first
but knowin’ these lunatics, they would enjoy it
they would probably help me do it, burn this sh-t to a crisp
f-ck it, i’m jumpin’ out the first open window
the first opportunity i see, i’ma get gone
these sickos paradin’ corpses around with slit throats
i seen a b-tch floatin’ down the river with no skin on
it’s like a dictatorship with kim jong
and it all seems like some sh-t a sick and twisted kid wrote

[chorus]
i’m sayin’ goodbye to filth city (filth city)
sayin’ goodbye to filth city (filth city)
tonight’s the night i say goodbye to filth city
if they try to k!ll me somebody is gettin’ k!lled with me (k!lled with me)
[verse 2]
one night a n-gga tried to rob me in my f-ckin’ loft
but i caught his ass and fought the motherf-cker off
i had him on the ground and i thought of choppin’ somethin’ off
it’s like the city’s cruelty is rubbin’ off
i got to get out of here, i keep seein’ a hockey mask
in my own reflection and i done checked a thousand mirrors
i used to be scared, now i don’t feel an ounce of fear
i might just start shooting like i played for the cavaliers
or jump in the car, slam on the gas and steer
right into a crowd of these b-st-rds while i smash a beer
i’m startin’ to think like them, i’m startin’ to want gore
i can’t take another night here, maybe one more
at the gun store i met a dude named stu
he said he knew a way out, he tryin’ to escape too
legit, we got to put this sh-t in motion, quick make moves
we gon’ escape usin’ music, let our sh-t break through

- g mo skee stu bangas

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