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letra de happy song - gorilla voltage

[verse 1: mr. grey]
i feel stuck, sh-t out of luck
my only reprieve behind eyes
filled up with whiskey and drugs
bad att-tude and a real mean mug
never wanted storm clouds but i’m running under one
no where to rhyme, a real son of a gun
.45 revolver pointed straight at the sun
can’t find what im looking for
lost in my heart’s core
never felt so tore, same old war
my hand was forced

[verse 2: clockworc]
suffering with the sucker tag
stricken through the last leg of the badlands
not a broken man
got a couple of idle hands and they clapping
to the rhythm of the devil as he dance
had a chance, let it p-ss
now i’m coming full throttle
broken bottles and dreams, i bleed heat
seeming up until the skies i scream
i can’t breathe, nothing with the smoke
chopping c0ke with the rambo knife
i ain’t nothing nice
slicing through another night

[hook: mr. grey & clockworc]
i could sing a happy song but that won’t be real
i could write all my rhymes but my heart won’t feel
dark side leading to the high life
we still living in the low life
i could sing a happy song but that won’t be real
i could write all my rhymes but my heart won’t feel
dark side leading to the high life
we still living in the low life

[verse 3: mr. grey]
i been beaten by battle but i will never die
i learned to ride earthquakes, typhoons, and the blood tide
did inside but i’m still alive, aquemini aquarius
master of my domicile, never let the devil roll my dice
i’m a h-ll of guy’s white hides inside
i need an exorcist to exercise
demons won’t subside
this world is h-ll and i’m thinking suicide

[verse 4: clockworc]
picking up all my pieces after last night’s last hit
time bomb, mind gone, breaking through that last brick
kick chuck norris for your snowing on me, leave my life
from the bead, call me clock, kamikaze rap gandhi
cause i ain’t needed no bullsh-t
i’m the armageddon, penning, i’m getting up in your whip quick
shooting from the hip sh-t, let your b-tch triplet
bl–dy murder, herder of sheep, but still a misfit

[verse 5: mr. grey]
i’m sick of ridiculous down
tipping this pier, that pool, thicker us below
thinker is quicker than sound, i’ve figured it out
meant for bigger and doubt
flaming broads and thunderous clowns
the force this energy bounce
pulse of the planet end as we know
more and now for spitting it out
been fighting this feeling forever
call it vicious vendetta
razor blade replace my tongue, so shredder
hate paragraphs with pain
the master of my own migraine
it’s hard to stick good if you can’t stay sane

[verse 6: clockworc]
i’m just another hypocritical cynical piece of the puzzle
i got, no muscle bloodhound, skipping a couple of hot rocks
long socks, her da’s wifebeater, and camel top
i play shows, wage war with the devil and god
yall be never getting the rest of me
the best of me, whats left to see
i tried to find it, wind it, on my mind it was the death of me
from hanging the facts and blasting with the wrath in hand
its contraband, and everything i’m spitting
it was written in my wonderland

- gorilla voltage

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