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letra de the great flood - l. bundy

[l. bundy]
yo, them waters are starting to rise
(yo) pretty high, it’s coming down outside

[cut]
“give me my dispatch case…”
“yes, lord”
“go on.. get it..don’t just stand there. and..and the pen.”

[hook]

i start to think (uh huh), and then i sink
into the paper, (yo) (uh huh) like i was ink
when i’m writing, i’m trapped in between the lines
i escape, when i finish the rhyme

[verse]

roam careful
the snare do eat face like izzox vach-llia karroo
paring knife père vu the hills bare a pale view
(thru the town) an overcasting frail hue
(thru the town) that relentlessly grew endless etendue
plainly put simple, all of it i stare through
where (family) family and friends are few — most of whose
morals are let go for bargain prices at the dutch vendue
(thru the town) never tremble in a might of terror knowing
(not to drown) tight peril and when waters will start to rise to eye level
(not to drown) like a supply vessel ruby sees all
shorty peeps me sorting goats from the sheep’s cot the weary trot
at no less than a sleepwalk, immersed within deep thought
(trying not to drown) the misbegot wading past steep fault
(not to drown) fraught as your buckling knees seize and halt at a rapid rate
to make matters exacerbate, when you cast away by the vast array of crashing waves
in the paved passageway
(trying)

[cut]
“i’m a victim of circumstance”
“if you didn’t drink so much, you wouldn’t always be getting into trouble.”
“well, at least my weakness is wine.”
“what do you mean by that?”
“you know what i mean.”
“listen to who’s moralized….
you sober enough to take me to the park?”
“almost…”

[hook]

i start to think, and then i (drift)
into the paper, yo like i was ink
and when i’m writing, i’m trapped in between the (drift)
i escape, when i finish the (drift)

i start to (trying not drown), and then i sink
into the paper (trying not to drown) , yo like i was ink
and when i’m writing (oh), i’m trapped in between the lines
and i escape (oh), when i finish the rhyme

yo, i start to (trying not drown), and then i sink
into the paper (trying not to drown) , yo like i was ink
and when i’m writing (oh), i’m trapped in between the lines
and i escape (oh), when i finish the rhyme

[cut]
“what’s the matter with you, hanging out like dummies
they are this way!
get through the bedroom!”

- l bundy

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