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letra de dread - gavin parished

[verse 1: gavin parished]
i know y’all dreaded my return, i’m pulling up with scotts
she saved my contact as webley cause i keep shooting my shots
and i got to move
cause if i don’t soon then i’m trapped here for many moons
that i couldn’t do
i look up to the sky and i see her face planted in the stars
i shot far past the moon and i landed in her arms
now i’m safe and sound
f-ck a city and a capital, i’ll say what i want
i don’t even got the time to try and give a f-ck
i heard these european kids ain’t heard a thing about the natives
but i had to study rome in high school and i aced it
and y’all gonna act like i’m bitter
kick the anish to the ground and i get up, still a quittеr
i ain’t ever enough, nah i’m just too much
y’all couldn’t see thе vision if it blew up like puff
but i’ll bring you to my heights, i never needed the luck
now i feel my dreads grow like the roots to the tree of life
give or take a year parished fighting for the last of nine
lives but ain’t n0body call me p-ss
clowning around cause you’d be a joke to push down

[verse 2: alma 16]

[verse 3: departure]
i’m not a cocoon collider, out of my mind paraglider man
klwn cat scratch fever, staring at a sterile fan
where i sleep is my stage, the revolving bandstand
’cause i’m in a poet band with 5 friends
we’re pretending to carpool across the desert sands
touched a feral fang, now i got the biggest brain like i’m krang
i recently discovered the looking glass self
looked in the mirror, and everything changed
man, it’s the rap beautician, composition inflicter
hit them with the one-two, i’m cool, my eyes-eyes captain to skipper
skip the vinyl, put a nickel on the needle
i’m needy to wake up the nappers sleeping to remember the little people
back on my white bukowski bullsh-t, flip it
had a matte finish in the pulpit
more spit than a llama with the rhymes like dimes
got a one hundred million dollar bill on my mind
how eloquent, it’s enough to make a grown man cry
this is your brain on crack, in the pan the egg fries
i never tasted the coke, couldn’t stand the addiction
i was always afraid of losing my diction in it

- gavin parished

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