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letra de love or lust - helms deep

[hook: helms deep]
is it love or l-st? i just wanna know—
smoking cigarettes to watch the time go
answer my questions
through these prayers and poems
but if i stutter a reb-ttal, man i ‘m deep in the zone
never running back
reminiscent cul-de-sacs
i could live a silent life cause the mind’s abstract

yo!
when in rome
check it-

[verse 1: helms deep]
as i’m sitting on the stoop
and i’m trying to eat the scoop
but the gelato’s much sweeter, it’s dolce at the roots
so i dig on and transcend-a-lize
deep inhale, feelin alive
check the skies for overcast
take off the mask attach a mast
feel tired, but i’m still picking up the pen
a choir of violins, when i’m coughing up the phlegm
ahem!
let me get to the climax
met a girl named linda today
now my mind’s split, fine hips
and eyes with deeper meanings
almost told her that i rapped—but that’d be misleading
where ya from?
statí unití…

so i bought an orange for a euro or so
she looked at me like i was bellisimo
io manga la pasta and a drink for the road
hard to concentrate cause my italian’s so-so
she was like me, she had a long night yo—
except i hopped a fence
when she was just trying to make rent
she said, uh swing by my work and we can talk
via internet
buona notte, age don’t mean shit

[verse 2: helms deep]
i met a man today—
they call him vincent the mack
drinks on me i’ve got a fortunate stack
but vincent blessed me living wild and free
he be hopping bars of rome at the age of 63…

never slow down, never get tired
art on a wall is how you get inspired
hop the train to venice if you got a girl to impress
if ya don’t, barcelona’s the best
he said ‘heartbreaks unavoidable, if you got a defense
so keep spitting facts til you got nothing left
d-mn i’m blessed, but no true being—
left incomplete by a girl who’s deceiving’
she was grease, i was flour
blooming law degree
swiss bank i wired
call me a liar, but this man was real
no kate and ashley my lips are sealed
long suave pony, but his hair was grey
left mesmerized— absorbing—
liquor all-day
broke-in, like he was there to play
watch his investment to soothe decay
the world is yours that’s truth to the root
he grew illmatic, like soup for the youth
he said, “come back and the drinks always free”
iciao amiche! at a pub in italy

[alternative hook: helms deep]
is it love or l-st? i just wanna know—
smoking cigarettes to watch the time go
answer my questions
through these prayers and poems
but if i stutter a reb-ttal, man i ‘m deep in the zone
i’m in love with this city, residents call it rome—
a beautiful girl with a ghetto-tone

- helms deep

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