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letra de suicide - hyjak

[intro: hyjak]
this ain’t no suicide man
just trying to get high man
it’s all it is
me, i want no d, nah
and then you gonna see
yo, uh

[hook 1: hyjak]
you been sleeping for too long
hold on, it’s time to unleash the beast
he hasn’t eaten in weeks
we watched hip-hop getting soft
based around, all these internets beeps
i ain’t seen you geeks in the street where…

[verse 1: hyjak]
you could see me, puffing my weed discreetly
the street in the beat, i feel a demon beneath me
i can hear basey telling me “take it easy”
i can hear him screaming at the demon tell him to leave me
think i need a vb or shrink to speak to me
think i’m on the brink now, wait till i’m peaking
show you three easy steps to cheat death
busting out like a baby alien from rippley’s chest
all this stress been invested is a lifetime lesson
write rhymes in blood with a knife so they don’t like my
method ’cause i’m stepping, ’cause i’m rapping with a weapon
call kids out blind with nines ties
but they reckon i should old enough to control this stuff
got a boulder on my shoulder, can’t be controlled by cuffs
aye put the f-cking things away before you hurt yourself
i play with matches all day you think i burn myself?
you think i returned my health, f-ck i be drinking
methylated all day in a rush to get myself cremated
walking down a runway, highway “look mum, check out the five truck pile up i made”
i may, run through a red light, i don’t drive, i mean i run through a f-cking red light
play day, take me away to a better place
i hope the weed is free, aye f-ck it, time to levitate

[hook 2: hyjak]
this ain’t suicide, i tried this two times before
what for, i’m just trying to get high
are you ready to smoke weed? ready to od?
read to machete the melody slowly?
this ain’t suicide, i tried this two times before
what for, i’m just trying to get high
are you ready to smoke weed? ready to od?
read to machete the melody slowly?

[verse 2: rates]
can see me dreaming, n0bodies waking me up
it’s take ages to break it apart, to fade in the dust
the inner picture is perfect, my sh-ll is covered in rust
we live with awful images, we try to cover them up
but still, dream about wake up covered in sweat
i know i’ve done some evil things i say i’ll mustn’t forget
go to the edge of the world and i f-cking plunge to my death
i’m stepping back from the ledge, protecting myself from regret. i feel
life when i write nothing compares
like when i’m vibing and i’m blowing smoke up in the air
get my mind about it, write a rhyme about couple friends
feel i ripped a kids life from a mother who cares
but now i press play in the headphone
really want to let go
i was different from the get go
forgetting everything they ever said to me i’d laugh
’cause the past is just a piece of me that settled in my heart
kid you better listen hard, ’cause the way that you livin’ isn’t stiching up the scars
didn’t fix it ’cause the system is ridiculous
so we’re just so different and so fast
marching through the mist and i hope it isn’t dark
and i walk through the mist while i blow smoke
hoping that i don’t go, waking up sober ’cause i’m so stoned
never am i fall under courts
i’m feeling distorted
feeling rorted, then i roll it up and k!ll it to the morning

[hook 1: hyjak]
you been sleeping for too long
hold on, it’s time to unleash the beast
he hasn’t eaten in weeks
we watched hip-hop get in soft
based around, all these internets beeps
i ain’t seen you geeks in the street where

[verse 3: hyjak]
where your heart stops beating, stop breathing
that meaning you’re probably about to leave your body
i keep rolling, i told ya i keep stumbling back
’cause these vultures are trying to die hungry jack’s
i got the pop sacks with pub rats and love to scr-p
i’m in the cut with some numbats, puffing a stack
higher like a truck driver doing a nine to five
i’m so high it looks like ya sky diving
unless you’re down to survival with fire in my saliva
i’m sitting by a fire hydrant using a type writer trying to write my will
trying to write my wrongs
i’ll be fighting till the government be lighting a bong
before they leaving the whole continent incompetent
bunch of congress men without gaining recompresses
on the eve of the apocalypse
they watching us kick, someone with binoculars, someone bout to pop in a clip

- hyjak

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