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letra de arachis allergy - jackaltheblackal

[intro]
y’all tryna’ tell what an amphibious assault suppose to look like, stupid

[verse]
tagging team-up of
peanuts crashing i can’t lose, few racing keepers go
substituting my goals so i’m leaving easy my coach don’t play
passive if it’s my boat crew, float moves a vessel broke
doze away if cap in, don’t shoot, breach a deck all proofing a
tub is bruising, too old; you go hem his way so it pokes through my
poems overboard wasn’t clipped for sea therefore’ they blown too
notebook overlord a draft is gripped for breathing i’d
beat this mission if i told you – i’d be dismissive for
written motorsport competition, trips ain’t boosted most anyways
listens ain’t indicative of making pencils a go-to
with i don’t think pity pays a lain for grinning; pr-ne to press
b-tton so book to let me save before i have to go soon
goat moves, you keeping up i’m pr-ne to
losing sh-t, i’d hate for any other motive to close in, be
close to my home in picture, poster my dome and liver
foes be my only n-ggas if chosen to roast my gift but my
toes are moulded in now so beg i venture out, keep endeavours
left as a folded bookmark and in semi-doubt, when it sprout is
time we let it out, might be never; nest a fountain, of these
years i be counting, counting, counting
here, sh-t never loud cos’ in my years, i be doubting
doubting, doubting
[verse 2]
fear i have my doubts all stacked
towering over santiago, power to all my hands in largo
point my sisters far from coward passion; never keeping that
bar low, marlow holdin’ onto the fact my boat and car slow
what’s popping like a tyre is when the folded years are far gone

[refrain]
what’s poppin’ like that harlow
willard grown, when the golden years is far from home with
peers i’m done counting, counting counting
steer the leverage proud cos’ i sustain dependant doubting
doubting, doubting

[verse 3]
raid the tomb, not sure who to
cater to, save my tooth, keep the paste in due and my faith for truth
flew the cuckoo bird, words looted only do so much to chirp for
food, but not your f-cking waiter – feel obliged to give service to
fed to be regretful shows i furnace all that – burning true
sh-t, too p-ssed when you hand a f-cking snickers bar
take the p-ss, clapping further kept in tucked, still sick of bars
sick of friends by now but i need em’, feel i’m losing them when i’m
so caught up in counting, counting, counting

[refrain]
all the golden years are far alone with
peers i’m done counting, counting, counting
tears go flood my house cos i done stay dependant
[verse 4]
counting every
second when i’m bleeding from my neck and dehydrated
independent, wish i’m playing plus a pen i kept neglecting, you ain’t
praying for my death wish, you already knew where i was headed
suffer these fields, with said they burning me
may for birth, forreal inept we gon’ let courtesy
i don’t need you spilling teardrops through my telephone

[outro]
yes, in complete bouncing off the walls – infatuated

- jackaltheblackal

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