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letra de mudslide - kig v2

[verse 1]
greetings, h-llo
it’s me again, yes i know
i know i’ve asked for lots, my nasty claws on your robe
whether fair weather to coddle most, or nonstop failure for my foes
but i’d drop it all in debacle for the latest model of hope
i’m jaded
i hate it
its lazy weight and its limits
this f-cking prison of tunnel vision pummels me ‘til i’m timid
stuck in dirt cuz luck’s a flirt, or so it seems, seems i’m missin’
my mission, cuz my midriff’s aureolin
i saw this kid with rose eyes, cuz my id’s like, “don’t die,”
defense mechanisms mechanize, immense pretense, thе most high
jokes aside, most times? i hopе i coax a nosedive
the busses drove by, i broke life, i rusted for a muscled co-sign
f-ck these f-cking road signs, faux left or right, it ain’t a choice
cuz at this point?
i’d rather the masses clap my ass than clap and point
i’m past the point of returns, i ain’t a solvent investment
i thought i’d solve it with yes-men in my mind, awaiting directive

[pre-chorus]
give up, or give in
it doesn’t matter to us anyway
anyways
chin up, chip in
you can matter, you can have your way, yeah (2x)
[chorus]
all i ever wanted was to pick apart the day
put the pieces back together my way…(4x)

[bridge]
yes ya’all
and you don’t stop
you keep on
’til break of dawn
i said, yes ya’all
and you don’t stop
you keep on
’til break of dawn
i said, yes ya’all
and you don’t stop
you keep on
’til that break of dawn, like

[verse 2]
i’m high in sodium, knowin’ i gotta put my soul on a podium
twenty-five, fifty, hundred merits, going once, and it’s sold again
go to bed, go to work, we know the meme, here’s a shirt
f-ck your dreams into the dirt, throw your heart into the hearth
feel a fraction of earth’s pain, you’ll be immobile and insane
mash it down, jerk awake, you have birds and trees to save
hands to shake, shadows to shave, put in time, you’ll maybe change
a thing here or thing there, if you’re immaculate ‘til graved
no shame, unless of course, you can’t implore to hit record
or you can’t release the drip-feed steady for more than two or three weeks
flip or morph, but sitting sores will grip you towards indifferent boredom
and that’s dumb!
guess i gotta push
rein in self-hate, and say, “mush”
cuz it’ll rain without help, but i can’t reign ‘til my tush gets put to furnace–
look, look, it’s furnished!
should’ve—
should’ve—
should’ve never let it ferment
[pre-chorus]
give up, or give in
it doesn’t matter to us anyway
anyways
chin up, chip in
you can matter, you can have your way, yeah (2x)

[chorus]
all i ever wanted was to pick apart the day
put the pieces back together my way…(4x)

[outro]
(oh!)

(yesh, you heard?)
(kig v2 on da beat, ja’heard?) (2x)

(yah, yah, yah, yah)
(yessir!)

werk, werk, werk, werk
werk, werk, werk, werk
’til you die (4x)

‘til you die, lil’ man, yuuuuh
‘til you die, lil’ man, yuh… (4x)

- kig v2

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