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letra de the breeze - grave robbers

[verse]
it ain’t over till it’s over
i know im not supposed to
count my eggs until they hatch
sit down boy and grab a coaster
im coastin off the coast of cote d’ivoire
just a walk it won’t be far
come in closer, seal the jar
tunnel vision, eyes of fog
peelin off the paint
we be hidden, smokin dank
steady chillin, mia
smokin clueless boutta faint
pack of ports on the porch
got court in the morning
stormin hold the fort
it could hit without warning
flashlights and bad pipes
every night, till it clears
no flights, smashed kites
sky light outta here
like a deer in headlights
you just pause, i pass by
you so slimy like pikes
got no cause dunno why
time flies when you’re asleep
thats why my clock dont ever beep
thats why i got so many sheets
cuz i be catchin all them z’s
hold my bag, im bout to freeze
back inside with all the heat
ill be back when im at peace
hear a crack from in the trees
[hook]
then the breeze
wind so cold that you’ll be droppin to your knees
skull so froze that you can feel it in your t–th
melt my soul and pour the ash out in the street
wear my robe but it ain’t nothin to the breeze
then the breeze
wind so cold that you’ll be droppin to your knees
skull so froze that you can feel it in your t–th
melt my soul and pour the ash out in the street
wear my robe but it ain’t nothin to the breeze

[verse]
a crack form from bad form
trash burns and clouds yearn
for clear skies and sunlight
my tears dried
my tongue dyed
i need somethin to wash it down
someone to hear me now
something to please the crowds
and someone to ease my doubts
and suspicions
they’re never gonna listen
put on your f-ckin britches
outside now and feel this f-ckin frigid
air, i won’t dare
step a foot out there
the cold air
ain’t that cold
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[hook]
then the breeze
wind so cold that you’ll be droppin to your knees
skull so froze that you can feel it in your t–th
melt my soul and pour the ash out in the street
wear my robe but it ain’t nothin to the breeze
then the breeze
wind so cold that you’ll be droppin to your knees
skull so froze that you can feel it in your t–th
melt my soul and pour the ash out in the street
wear my robe but it ain’t nothin to the breeze

- grave robbers

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