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letra de airboy - issa gold

[verse 1]
who the f-ck i’m kidding? i was trapped inside submission
demons could be so malicious when they come on up to visit
poltergeist, [?] ’em up like sodomites, solace he the coldest type
can’t hear if you don’t talk it right
out of mind, out of mouth
out of time, check the clock
out of body, driven spots
mr. block, stone hearts like cinder blocks
slow start to get the spot
satan told me “sign the dot and maybe you can hit the top” but i don’t like ceilings
the world could be so cold, shiver bones, i feel anemic
n-gga gagging off the super product makе me feel bulimic
took the long way home ‘causе i think i like the scenic
views from the 6, not toronto, that’s the bimmer
just be me and shorty riding, should have copped the two seater
walk with angels when i sleep, layin’ still they watch me breathing
i looked up into they eyes, told ’em “crush these f-ckin’ heathens”
but bowin’ down to idols couldn’t even save jesus (jesus, jesus)

[chorus]
prayin’ up to god could leave feelin’ you so defeated
i’m a [?] religion, need to see it to believe it
chasing for nirvana, it look close, but you can reach it
this the science of the times, she looked at me like she dreamin’
goodnight to the winners and the k!llers and the sinners
and the hundred dollar billers and the women, bless the children
we all just living to die
but some of us, we learn how to
(we learn how to, we learn how to, we learn how to)
[verse 2]
i was focused on the stars, ’til i learned it’s ’bout the time [?] to engulf [?] gettin’ out and tryin’
know my mind, it juggle ’round ’cause hard to keep it quiet
always thinking bout tomorrow, why the minutes keep on flying?
wishful thinkin’ for the birds, [?] like to cool [?] watch me surge
i been f-ckin’ up, i hope that god judge us on a curve
tryna level up, they tryna cook my soul up to be served
while i’m struggling to beat the final stages of the world
nothing is for sale, slow and steady like a snail
balance sh-t up on my shoulders, but i live to tell the tale
got aroma in the air, blow my sh-t out like a whale
know my mind is in a prison, but a n-gga need no bail
taking more pills, it won’t help me kick depression
thinking i’m taking steps forward, in the end, i’m still regressin’
got sh-t to get me high but fall asleep before it set in
thought i had it figured out, it seems the future’s never present

[chorus]
prayin’ up to god could leave feelin’ you so defeated
i’m a [?] religion, need to see it to believe it
chasing for nirvana, it close but you can reach it
this the science of the times, she looked at me like she dreamin’
goodnight to the winners and the k!llers and the sinners
and the hundred dollar billers and the women, bless the children
we all just living to die
but some of us, we learn how to
take a look around, such an interesting design
but to really get the message, gotta read between the lines
i be going through some sh-t, wish that i could hit rewind
even though we can’t see it, ain’t no substitute for time
goodnight to the winners and the k!llers and the sinners
and the hundred dollar billers and the women, bless the children
we all just living to die
but some of us, we learn how to
(we learn how to, we learn how to, we learn how to)
(die)

- issa gold

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