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letra de destiny bond - kill bill: the rapper

loss
never did i understand the concept
lift this weight up off my conscience
we was tight as strands of dna
all steelix in the helix
love-me-nots been piling, dripping peelings in your feelings
i was one petal away, seven digits with the code
three minutes from the core, a dozen blisters from a rose
i think i saw you on the surface, smiling back like nothing happened
then my eyelids kissed the heavens, now i’m in here f-cking rapping every night
i’m pressing pausе on all your favorite songs
burn it frame by frame, i hopе that you don’t take it wrong
the projector was my professor, study up the outer bodies cut and pasted on my “sorrys” i could muster out my body
fortune teller felt my palm ooze the deepest black
if i could build the monolith then you could see it crack
every moment’s just a curve ball, excuse to swing the bat
a couple paragraphs had passed me, all the proof your demons back
cause all my life it was you and me, your back to my back
it’s all the skin off my nose, but ain’t no slack in my mat
i swear i kept my shades drawn, third day, we break dawn
i didn’t have the nerve to sit and watch your demons take form
liquid in a vase, primer to the brushtips
i’m dinner to a beast, you felt like bullets to a musket
and i get it
dizzy left cross, i might just see stars
it never helped that all our plans were locked behind a keycard
three story drop, i went plop
it never was my plan to watch the image get cropped
man it was, late night fl!ckers on that crt bubble screen
parasite eve, i let the tower consume you
plateau indigo was ours, i choose you
i let you sip all on that potion, i was scared of every notion, no
maybe this is just us growing up
i don’t know
there’s a radio inside me that keeps playing every song that we had never made
there’s a television sitting in my chest, it keeps on fl!cking through the channels, how you channel that energy?
there’s a ticker dancing slowly through my field of view
a teleprompter screaming every word i should’ve said
a gps that shows the path i should’ve-could’ve took instead
another pain to bounce around my stupid f-cking crooked head
i’m sick of asking
(f-cking sick of this sh-t)

- kill bill the rapper

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