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letra de prophet of chaos - goddess fiji

( verse )
one day the drug told me, keep it close
the cash told me, stack them rolls
my mind told me
f-ck them friends, f-ck them hoes
stay alone, do the most
no more socials act a ghost
like the boy who’s doin fraud
who’s always smoking dope
never lost my hope but everything from my feelings to my faith
the demon in my left arm tryna get up to my head
i get some trust it starts to burn it starts to shake
i don’t like hoes their face take turn they all too fake
few sacrifice for the f-cking world i got to make
no satanic sh-t but my demon they are too real
you got to feel
you got to k!ll
this light in you
& all this will
let this sh-t go until it’s dead
until it’s darkness in your head
until you can’t sleep in your bed
i give em nightmares
they call me freddy
up out the lake i think im jason
you n-ggas knew me? i don’t remember
this b-tch old i’ll reinvent her
she is boring she is a cancer
one thing weird sh-t is my temper
im a traveler think im amber
up with they gang just like they member
today im sleepin’ out im like a camper
got some questions you didn’t answer
you were my light up in this dark you were my lantern
im always smoking shatter
where’s my manner?
im the planner
what’s the patern?
im so glamour
know my grammar
not a dancer
not a dreamer
nor a rapper
turned to a cheater
like the reaper
im so tragic
seeing soul, leave they body got me so addict
the chaos i am the prophet i have to admit
she like my b-tch
she always got more sh-t
she have to add it
she say she’s off the moly but she don’t badtrip
wonder what’s goin up in her head sh-t must be like the abyss
she not into it no more but still got the habits
sh-t i don’t care bout, just like yo status
sh-t gon’ shock you a little like some static
the look up in your eyes i know it’s panic
up all night, with my beanie & my jacket
writing classic
want some color? i got the pallet
want some sh-t? just get some talent
always off, everyday i do the sabbath
brand new dope like what’s the fabric?
my n-ggas all smoking cabbage
while y’all lil boys just smoking garbage
imma pour up on your tomb, & your casket
not into coke & never done acid
im no car but im still stuck in traffic
im so high i walk on another planet
named my b-tch clank cuz she was ratchet
she attract n-ggas, now i called her magnet
she’d do everything for me i called her maniac
my b-tch really is a b-tch i called her rachel
are we in heaven or h-ll
or whatever for real idont care
whatever about is gonna happen

- goddess fiji

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