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letra de eulogy - goretex

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eulogy lyrics
[intro: s-xy sadie (backmasked)]
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[chorus: s-xy sadie]
this time i’m not gonna make it
this hold on me’s getting deeper
it’s so cold i am better off dead
walls closing in, please k!ll me
this time i’m not gonna make it
this hold on me’s getting deeper
it’s so cold i am better off dead
walls closing in, please k!ll me

[verse 1: goretex]
mind is a desert sorting through old pictures of letters
portraits of people are buried in cemeteries in sweaters
the legendary young g, i used to hang with the convent
my pops f-cked up his marriage cause he was banging his cousin and trafficking coke
my little homie max, he caught scars
he got mowed down, dragged three-hundred feet under a f-cking car
industrial brooms to sweep up the blood
picking up his t–th i couldn’t see his grill, it was stuck
r-t-rded, never made it back to school, it’s real to a coffin
my uncle brownie had his b-tch k!lled for stealing his fortune
blazin’ it wig, i remember the pain in the crib was often
ever since then i’ve been lost cause now i’m big in extortion
[chorus: s-xy sadie]
this time i’m not gonna make it
this hold on me’s getting deeper
it’s so cold i am better off dead
walls closing in, please k!ll me
this time i’m not gonna make it
this hold on me’s getting deeper
it’s so cold i am better off dead
walls closing in, please k!ll me

[verse 2: goretex]
pain k!llers, shrooms and smoke
hexagrams and cloaks
witches tits, this clique surrender, we salute the goat
twenty years up in the hood, i know the do’s and don’ts
i buried my homie, you’re polo gassing or they could vote
it’s like purgatory, the ghost of my crib be acting spiteful
rules to my keys, taking the tv off when the lights to
moving things used to be skeptic until i seen their wings
seventy-two hours to live, the mothership of all kings
we get stabbed and dreamed about being on tour with rap
’84 pumas, the crease leaves with airbrush caps
pure militants with visions, no escape like dillinger
i really said spit in my face, methods for k!lling ’em

[chorus: s-xy sadie]
this time i’m not gonna make it
this hold on me’s getting deeper
it’s so cold i am better off dead
walls closing in, please k!ll me
this time i’m not gonna make it
this hold on me’s getting deeper
it’s so cold i am better off dead
walls closing in, please k!ll me

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