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letra de typo - io.hiphop

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[verse 1]
cause we cruise at a higher alt-tude than you
if you’re gonna to walk in my door, take a minute to wipe your shoes, it’s
always gonna be easier to snooze than take a stand and choose
whether you’re gonna schmooze your dues before you lose your screws
i don’t got type 2
so fatten yourself with that lame excuse
your mouth, it’s overused, so take a cue
i’ve got clues
on how to keep on living when you’re
sore from the bore
take a minute or more
to see the general melancholy in store for the war
while your next door neighbors drink gore for the lore
nine times out of ten
shed skin like a snake, try to start fresh
breaking a new wake, making progress
‘til you start to flake, bullet proof chest
through a back break, gotta manifest
destiny is fake, gonna regress
if you take a recess, we can coalesce to re-ssess
the opaque heartbreak, wicked mandrake
bringing poison again
amen

[chorus 1]
how fast my mind goes ain’t right so
dispose of what i knowi’m broke in this blur
i’ve got a typo inside my skull
my skull, my

[verse 2]
i’ve been living with a condition
try’na fight tradition
sustained by riddles that are blistered
by a mystery, it’s plain to see
the utter lack of jubilee, and it paints
with a naked hue, in the night it grew
it ignite the brew, now will the bid adieu
to what hid in lieu
of a broke down man that was misconstrued?
alright, listen close
to the exact translation of a missing ghost:
the black paternoster i said last night has
seemed to have stolen the soul from my coaster
but that’s okay
it wound up tight on a bright lit stage
with a frightened boy in the p-ssenger seat screaming
life doesn’t seem to be going our way

[chorus]
how fast my mind goes ain’t right so
dispose of what i know, i’m broke in this blur
i’ve got a typo inside my skull
and it holds me down to the highest ground
how bad the tummy ache, shoulder pains
day to day
with a living facsimile
of that typo inside my skull
my skull, my

how fast my mind goes ain’t right so
dispose of what i know, i’m broke in this blur
i’ve got a typo inside my skull
and it holds me down to the highest ground
how bad the tummy ache, shoulder pains
day to day
with a living facsimile
of that typo inside my skull
my skull, my

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