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letra de low pulse - killa kane of untitled name gang

[intro: alan watts]
in the eyes

[verse 1]
from a heart attack, where my armor at?
from all these cigarettes, and bacon fat
and sh-t
stress tests my wishes of quttin’ and makes it bad
but i guess these bodies weren’t exactly made to last
hate the past, so i do bad, to f-ck up my future
fumble maneuvers, ensure i fall in the sewers
fried up, and skewered, finally tutored
the fish in my head, swim in schools
been patient for too long, just to be given to wolves
okay then?
its no wonder imma mad man
what if my words dont stick, just letters with them bad stamps
better off in trash cans
put you in and smash it like crash band-
in these hedonistic age
we can either self upgrade
or just leave them like the plague
singin birds in a cage

i am a lump, yes, im only a lump
and im sitting here inside of my skull
‘trol my thought patterns from scatterin
hole in my heartless chest cavity
appet-te on a drive by,… cuz it’s shot
life like on wi-fi, cuz thats all that we got
its no wonder all thats empty consumes me
its gucci, its routine, im looking
up, up

[hook]
up and up and down and down
left, right, left, right, b, a then start

low pulse
slow motion
slow motion

[bridge]

breathing needs excersize
breathe in those extra lies
slowly i creep in, with
slow motion sickness

[verse 2]
from a broken heart, from an older spark
that died down in the colder parts, and now its solely art
this ain’t noah’s ark, i guess i am a lone wolf
you give no regard, i guess i am my own fool
love coming up shorter than a toad stool
if you could see what you put my soul through
you don’t have to love me, the way i love you
i just wish you’d love yourself the way i love you
i don’t want you to suffer, so sh-t i’ll do all the sufferin
and maybe you’ll be happy with some other man
my brain understand, but my chest don’t
and i think i need somebody else’s i can rest on
used to be the best at not getting attached, or
overall feelin that this sh-t didn’t match up
when opening was like liftin a hatch up
but sh-t done changed since my heart got sn-tched up
since pushing you away is lookin like my forte
ill be missing you, like a stray to a court date
if thats the case, the gavel bangs
your path is made, we part our ways
you’re a happy ray of sunshine
i get no happy ending, thinkin we just gettin past our runtime
its a symphony of bittersweet overtones
would i be myself if i wasn’t so alone?
its all i’ve known
im pr-ne to cuttin through theatrics
just can’t teach an old mutt new facets or aspects
of life

[outro]

- killa kane of untitled name gang

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