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letra de paranoid thoughts - ilka ala

verse 1:
paranoid thoughts k!lling us from within
genes a lil cray saggin’ n slitherin’
snake byp-ssing my blood weakening
stand in the circle my chances are slim
dirty vans ripped the wall we livin’ in
travelling unravelling the gravel in him
roaches in her head bust the most of
his bread that was sworn on just beyond
the ethics and morals was not gone
keeping sh-t locked don’t wanna be knocked on(f-ck off)
my wheel taken by my demon he seating
all his friends told by my fellows brothers
move smooth like b-tter bothered not by the southern
heart feeling lies from the people most believing in the cl-sses
hard to come by an evening not deceiving the m-sses
hook x2:
let out my demons on a son of a b-tch
b-tch slap my girl if she dare to trick
huntin’ down opps hunnid to the cops
forget sh-t a lot keep note of my thoughts
frantic as shots aimed at the bots
was left to rot, f-ck what you thought
verse 2:
yeah, contine current corrupt era
who gon’ bear realistic pessimistic views
prophesied by the triple sixes new
mafias in the g o v, organized like
the dmv, tell one’s daughter
i f-ck her in her v, unless she
legalize the weed
suspected of treason, tons of reasons
mood dependent on the seasons
bipolar weather ala, write a letter
to the past, you gotta let her go p-ss
or else he smash all the trust
plead forgiveness now you must
cigarette k!ll my soul never easing
fight on both sides west ‘n’ east and
fly far and wide lyukan beasting(beasting)
hook x2:
let out my demons on a son of a b-tch
b-tch slap my girl if she dare to trick
huntin’ down opps hunnid to the cops
forget sh-t a lot keep note of my thoughts
frantic as shots aimed at the bots
was left to rot, f-ck what you thought
verse 3:
keeping it real overly chill
character old sober me ill
despite surface coal inside is the gold
top nine in the goal sock her with change
raised as a bright son my colors exchange
till her blond hair dyed in beige in
vain love she kept claiming
hook x2:
let out my demons on a son of a b-tch
b-tch slap my girl if she dare to trick
huntin’ down opps hunnid to the cops
forget sh-t a lot keep note of my thoughts
frantic as shots aimed at the bots
was left to rot, f-ck what you thought

- ilka ala

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