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letra de quasar - klovyn

[pre-chorus: klovyn]
run on the golden hour
watch you fold like molten flowers
like a coward
don’t like a sweet tooth you too sour

[verse 1: klovyn]
if i’m being frank i’m biking down slow-mo
twenty miles
can’t feel this asphalt on the street
cracking concrete
it’s my eyes fault
on default if i blink beyond
i’d rather see me drinking crayons than a crate of fifth
i’m like a blacksmith forging up some new sh-t
bitter like some granny smiths
this is it

[chorus: klovyn]
supernova swirling in
knock you over, bowling pins
reaping up the dividends
and bid adieu to who i am

[verse 2: bandanabloom]
pay no mind to all the classes that i’ve had enough of (yup)
i’ve stuck inside my bag, when i say bag it’s duffle (when i say bag it’s duffle)
burlap sack at my feet
i’m attacking thе beat
like stew cooks (b-tch)
buckеt hat on my head
they’re f-ckin with the new look heavy (yup) as some school books
i’m feeling like i’m the sh-t (what?)
the pressure is brand new
i’m tryna get through it
i’m tryna get clued in (yup)
to how i can act right
tying loose ends
reach for the stars and i grab tight (and i grab t- nah)
[pre-chorus: klovyn]
run on the golden hour
watch you fold like molten flowers
like a coward
don’t like a sweet tooth you too sour

[chorus: klovyn]
supernova swirling in
knock you over, bowling pins
reaping up the dividends
and bid adieu to who i am

[verse 3: klovyn]
grab the f-cking jury
cause i’m ‘bout to get this case thrown out
how you testify that i misplaced my route?
or that i’m shrouded in doubt?
or feel like a sellout?
cause only time will tell
so what do you want from me now?

[pre-chorus: klovyn]
run on the golden hour
watch you fold like molten flowers
like a coward
don’t like a sweet tooth you too so-
run on the golden hour
watch you fold like molten flowers
like a coward
don’t like a sweet tooth you too sour
[chorus: klovyn]
supernova swirling in
knock you over, bowling pins
reaping up the dividends
and bid adieu to who i am

[outro: klovyn]
on some nights i feel like this
when my conscience leaves my head
and i don’t know what to think
but can i go and read you this

- klovyn

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