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letra de bleak - lateau & j.pappas

[part i]

[verse 1: both]
who’d be the one to answer my prayers?
calling upon the ones who claim to be there
endlessly falling into abyss
my blissful ignorance at it again
i lead a cold, bohemian life
might be a skeptic, or am i just too real?
optimist or chasing a thrill
catch a high for the k!lling

[hook]
gimme that bag, gimme that band
summa that –, gimme that benz
(something i wouldn’t even spend on)

gimme that rent, gimme that check
i got a noose, chain on my neck, gimme that-
(until the river runs dry)

if it’s bleak, should we try it?
how we move, it’s unknown where we’rе going

gimme respect, gimmе respect
gimme respect, gimme respect
gimme a roof, gimme a bed
i need a friend, gimme connects
(something i shouldn’t even spend on)
if it’s bleak, should we try it?
how we move, it’s unknown where we’re going

[verse 2: j.pappas]
trying hard to keep my head up
this winding road is moving fast, forgot i sped up
now i’m fed up with all the talk is cheap
won’t let up until i’m at a point of reach
but who knows? too close, to move slow
trajectory change
pain, world devoured by flames
alternate realities quantum superposition
bruce wayne to batman intuition
worried ’bout carbon emissions
but what they’re whipping is b-tchin’, i’m like

[verse 3: lateau]
amalgamate your eyes
hear the phrase, read between the lines
sisyphean path on which you stand remains bonafide
following tracks to jewels, don quixotic
a mule upon neurotic abuse
trapped in a system of, “who views who?”
well, you do you
bear witness, don’t be led away from flukes
embedded ruse behind your tennis noose
bifurcate the odds, change your point of view
once you see it, there’s a mandelbrot inside the humans, too
[part ii]

[verse 4: j.pappas]
uh, i’ve been having dreams an awful lot
thinking about like, can i seize the day when the coffee’s not. there?
i might be scared to take on my deepest fears
universe aligns to what is good and fair
supposedly
who will meet me at the golden gates?
what if it’s motel door opening to norman bates?
am i awake?
my mind’s asleep but, shoot, i’m running late
have your cake and eat it, too, i guess is what that say

[verse 5: lateau]
but, am i ok to have a slice of cake and play around my mind?
hear the bass and feel the roof shake, summat in my ashtray
there’s a subtle feeling eyes are on me
hit the gas, man, i’m fleeing the scene

now, emanc-p-te the pyromancers
a pile en masse, the massacre of heated power dancers
no plaster needed, we castaways or forgotten prancers
give it a twirl, we handclaps in the sandtrap
i’ll show you the world, look at that:
the oval office an amphitheatre of mocaps
colosseum filled to the brim with green
i peer amid the scene, see what i mean?
the eyes leer, they sear it on you and me
to them, we obsolete
[outro: both]
just cash me a cheque
i’ll be ignorant
if you’re off your meds
they’ll come for your neck
just cash me a cheque
i’ll be ignorant
if you’re off your meds
they’ll come for you next

- lateau j pappas

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