letra de returns - gabe goulart
[verse 1]
they said, “whoa, chill,” nah, i get louder
p-ss on a priest, in the church’s gunpowder
this my second album, y’all still shook
put a blade through the b-tches, now part of a cookbook
f-ck safe sp-ce, i’m built to offend
slapped a b-tch with a d-ld- in south-end
yeah, i’m weird, i stayed that way
while you normal-ass clones got minimum wage
kicked craig in the lip, broke his spine on a seesaw
then i l!cked blood off and posted on ebaum’s
“yeah, i’m problematic,” b-tch, i know
sit the truth in a bullet, school photo—oh
awe sh-t, this album is going to suck so ass
[verse 2]
return of a freak, a pest, and a plague
put a cross up your ass just to ruin your day
i make music for the bullied, and the bannеd
the kids in the back who glued and punchеd sand
i aimed a super soaker full of p-ss
told the judge “go f-ck your emotional kids”
put the gavel in the mouth, burn with a grin
now they bewildered, call it us, call it kin
[verse 3]
they ain’t ready for the sequel of these sins
tape it to your face like a suicide grin
put scab in a blender, drink the remains
now i’m back like trauma whispering names—names
gosh names, names, names, all these f-cking names
yeah, i said “f-g,” now cry on your blog
i’m the reason your therapist turned down the job
name a rapper, i’m a war crime in audio
your favorites scared of me, i’m pure frinkin’ cardio
this track smells like genocide
like wario tryna f-ck an applebee’s deep-fried
you could do better and i could do worse
now your dog’s bouta rehe-rs-!
da-da-da
[verse 4]
return in form, but form’s all wrong
it’s shaped like a meat grinder humming a song
i don’t write bars, i puke from the rage
smeared across a notebook like a clown backstage
i don’t need the fx
just screaming, yeah that’s my flex
i’m back, not heal, not healed
yeah, little freak who never kneeled
[verse 5]
tell your mom’s inhaler’s laced with the shrooms
now she thinks i’m breakdancing in her room
her cousins? he’s a fan now
he got “scab forever” carved in his hand now
don’t shake mine, it’s coated in sin
i jerked his notebook with a joker grin
i’m not edgy — it’s lifestyle
i bathe in bleach and speak with dead child’s dial
[verse 6]
so what now? i come back again
with a track that’s better than your spin
now i wanted it clean, then go outside
this album’s just a glock full of pride
i ain’t here for grammys or the hugs
i’m here here to drown in your bugs
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