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letra de the function - kitt f-c

verse 1:
the indulgence is evident tonight
i might have to talk with my wallet
i could notice a bluff, but i’d be too calm to call it
the girls just might be blind enough to look past my blemished face, and with any kind of luck, i can run to second by the time they drop the b-ss
my eyes are bleeding strobe lights underneath these tinted shades, nightrider black, coat collar up, you couldn’t tell the games my mind would play
i’m trying to keep from drifting through the ever-so-tempting room, where a pretty girl sends out a subtle glance to discover what i’ve -ssumed
to be woken by her siren song is a temporary dream, when i follow the lead of my loins, need someone to join with a secondary scream

chorus:
let’s line up together
and run away from the times
fill your ears right up with crystal-clear beats and your head with cloudy rhymes
don’t worry about no weather
it’s all the same inside
you better find your inner self before we all die

verse 2:
i’ve been trying to capture summer sunsets, before it all slips away, and vixens dressed so minimalist, it’s a beauty far from grey
when i get a thrill from a stranger’s lips, should i trust myself at all? forced into relaxation, i’m trying to live ‘fore the leaves all start to fall
if you want your record to sell, you better put some neon on the cover
but such bright ideas don’t go as deep as what i’ve now fallen into
when i took off into these woods i tried to make it as a lover
but got washed away by the wave of beards and tattoos, and fetishization of daddy issues

repeat chorus

bridge:
f-ck me up ’cause i’ve been f-cked up
ain’t nothin’ worse i could do now
drown your tears ’til the break of dawn and get your d-mn hands on the plow
and now the entertainers all toll the bells
unite the children in grave despair
we sing about falling and dream about death
time to put the colors back in our hair and scream “life ain’t fair!”

verse 3:
should we sell our ideas for another aesthetic?
pop xannies for the pain when we need anesthetic
here i am, telling all my friends to stay strong and let live, while i’m dying on the inside
would you let me travel the road to heaven if my demons came along for the ride from 12 to 5?
the laminated dreams we protect so fiercely have their own trouble tryna survive, now who am i?
a young menace sent down from parkside ave, soundin’ like i’m tryna teach you how to change your lifestyle, though you still ain’t a saint if you do, ’cause everybody’s got a different way of climbing to the top of the dirt pile
out here disguised as a low-budget playboy, to teach my generation how to love
we’re choosing our mates based on clichés we seem to be dying for
and if i don’t fit the template, guess i’m dinosaur
many years ago i was ’bout that life of having ownership over a chick i’d met only a week ago
looking back, what was i really tryna flaunt?
social validation: something everybody wants
but if you can’t wake up to the ugly morning features, or make love sober when you run out of the reefer
she could lose her pretty features in a freak accident, he could lose both hands and never grab your -ss again
if she couldn’t have a shower for five straight days, could you find something inside to make you wanna stay?
don’t call her your girl if you ain’t ready for the hard work, ’cause if you ain’t widdit then you just don’t deserve
now i forget why i came here…
maybe i should rap about important sh-t, leave it to the next song, where my formula went?

- kitt f c

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