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letra de garter+ (plus) - ​​kiwi smoke

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concrete pineapple juice on the freeway
rushing to the local supermarket for some prepaid
money on my side, keeping next to me a briefcase
gripping so hard on my thigh like its bowling (garter)
treating the pain everytime, ibuprofen (garter)
piston on loop, you think the movement is broken (garter)
purifying until my bloodstream is golden
(focus)
brothers in arms until they dead
but go the other side, clutch stomach until you fed
(feed her)
just like a yеast infection, wheres thе bread
(mold)
they say we equal, but history repeat itself, uh
(submit myself into them)
smoke & mirrors
i run through the bathrooms like its prison (soap)
stuck with these people, i dont know their intentions
where the f-ck do i go if tomorrow’s another go
your car is now on the road
my bike is still in the foam
calling god by the phone
people wanna pin me down but thats exactly what i want (what)
giving this sh-t straight like its non-italicized font
i say i dont have problems but these problems are what make me me
i struggle to realize that me now is not what is m-
tryna find the answer but the question is unclear (where)
i got ammunition but i dont know who’re my peers (b-tches)
wanna share my insecurities without showing my fear
i go through all of this sh-t and all i get is a ‘cheers’, nah
i know my self worth
i know my life is else where
i know my habits are in madness, need to get back into practice and find out where really i am from
cause my origins were the times i was disconnected most (f-ck)

waiting for my forbidden fruit to freeze and decay
concrete pineapple juice on the freeway (soap)
skinny dipping with no ill intentions on the beach bay
rushing to the local supermarket for some prepaid (cash)
you need to get out of the free state (lie)
money on my side, keeping next to me a briefcase
but these b-tches lie, all they give me is a meat ache
choker getting tighter but i like that im not breathing, its so plea-

im tied down from all limbs, stretched apart
im bare and im showing skin, temptation
they all chew down on me, im their lunch
i become a soul, free, free from harm
i know who i am now but i
dont know where to go now but i
still know that i am found and i
expect that whats next is what i call home

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