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letra de innocence lost - kig v2

[intro / chorus]
i’m not a kid no more
i’m not a kid no more
i am not a kid no more, no more
no more, no more
no more, no more…
no more…please
i’m not a kid
i am not a kid no more, no more…
rah!

[verse 1]
uh, uh
i don’t want to feel this
articles, and clips–don’t read this
i wish my crypt was sealed up
no more, no more, to eat me up
i don’t wanna squish those i should perceive are beneath me
huh
f-ck fealty
where’s friendship?
or the idea of it i had, that
i k!lled the sh-t out of, bad

wish i didn’t start sipping liqueur in the sixth grade
wish i didn’t feel pressure to lose my virginity before eighth
i remember listening to lectures, taking it all as true
wish i didn’t pester dudes, as i festered in gloom
i wish i didn’t grow up, glow up
now i wonder if they love my face or persona
now i wonder if the world we learned will ever hold up
stunted by infatuation, with earning, a bonus

slumped on the sofa, a, ah-ah, ah-ahhh
phonies on their phones, sipping on a mocha
nature, just another feature
hate burns you out
cheerful lets you down
ouch
pay by now or lose your house
aka the place you sleep, when you’re not working
aca ain’t enough, let me bleed, no tourniquet
aviate, they say, by bearing more weight
never play, care, or wake

cuz if you count on sheep, then you stay asleep
if you leave the dream, then a tighter squeeze
here’s a sour deed, just take it, deal
we will justify, with our certified, reasoning
sour diesel, og
to cope feeling, lonely
mysteriously disappearing bees
leave the impossible kid on his knees…
ohh, but sh-t, now he’s an adult…
and his president’s an adolph

tried to get and give that more, like akon
now he’s got a cute bracelet on his ankle
angels cry, i deserve to die-e-e
a mercy k!ll, cuz i ain’t able-bodied
where find the fable? not me
who owns a stable? not we
and like a bagel’s cream cheese
we stick to seeds ‘til we’re devoured
i had a power in me…
imagination of a child
now i glower and weep
infatuated with the style, hold up…

[chorus]
i’m not a kid no more
i’m not a kid no mo-o-ore
i’m not a kid no more, no mo-ore
no more, no more
no more, no more
no more…please
i’m not a kid…

[outro]
remember when?
god was something that we took for, granted…
ah-ah, ah-ah
war was something that happened somewhere else
ya, ya, h-ll
a couple dollars, you were rich as sh-t
remember when?
art and magic wasn’t all called stupid, as much
and adults seemed like they knew what the f-ck they were doing, and such
and weren’t just overripe kids?
that’s it, f-ck…

[epilogue]
the sh-t i have seen
the sh-t i have heard
astonishing…

- kig v2

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