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letra de tell death! - leechy!

[intro: darrnell bradley]
hold up, hold up, hold up
that’s- that’s- that’s lowkey, like, the way that he was rapping on it, and that beat was goin’?
that’s- that’s lowkey booty-shakin’ vibes
you know what i’m sayin’? like, that’s- that’s-
you in the club, she grindin’ it up on you, like “oh, go ahead, girl”
girl- she kinda g- woah what’s hap- oh wait a-

[hook: leechy!]
spiderwebs coatin’ everything i own
sittin’ at my desk, rot down my bones
waitin’ for the next ring on my phone
gotta tell death that i’m not home
dust on my countertop, mold in the walls
my foundation, it crumbled back down to the stones
there’s nothin’ to save and there’s nothin’ to take
gotta tell death i’m not home, aye

[verse 1: leechy!]
b-tch, in a day i been making what you been
stakin’ your claim to your fame
the levels on my end incredible
they say “leechy, your beats are insane”
i’m takin’ notes on the way that you’ve been walkin’
predictin’ who you gonna blame
imagine if i did all this with some help
(acedia up in my veins)
all around me, i see g’s, tryna get me to holler
you know me and my kind, do it all for a dollar
they compare me to cadavers ’cause they ain’t had a father
workin’ on that grind, waste my time, then i drop it
never say my name when i’m put up as the topic?
wander through the night, i’m alive just for the content
anger in my mind, when i bite back i’m a monster?
hey, just let me vent, i’m feelin’ like i’m (sus)
aye, no gender, so i’m the thing
no pr-nouns, but i’m the king, can’t pr-nounce a single thing
i’m somethin’ that’s f-cked up, broken, twisted; sh-t, can’t even breathe
but i still be tryna to sing, and yet still they gonna worship me, uh
i don’t wanna feel like this (oh f-ck oh d-mn)
i can bring you to the summit (i won’t hold your hand)
bring you on a throne, i won’t make you stand
i can’t stand for a stan, i can’t stand what i am (aye)
i’m like everybody that you’ve ever met
identity malleable, at your request
you add me, you call me, you claim that we’re friends
and i, for the money, will join and pretend
i’m not wastin’ away at a job at a desk
and awaken to nothing but pain in my head
and the thought creeps inside, a dark cravin’ for death
but my gun’s in the floorboards, abstainin’ from lead
and these walls were just painted, the lights are brand new
but no matter the splatter, i still see the truth
of these sigils and stains from my dark and deranged
upbringing, it rings in my ears, when i think of you
[hook: leechy!]
spiderwebs coatin’ everything i own
sittin’ at my desk, rot down my bones
waitin’ for the next ring on my phone
gotta tell death that i’m not home
dust on my countertop, mold in the walls
my foundation, it crumbled back down to the stones
there’s nothin’ to save and there’s nothin’ to take
gotta tell death i’m not home, aye

[interlude: darrnell bradley]
yo, he comin’ in with that voice, bro
yo, she kinda k!lled it with this beat, though
and, like, just the way they flowin’ on it, bro
like, this is- this is lowkey like, yeah, in the club, they dancin’-

[verse 2: idylll]
yeah, i came and i conquered
i feel like this offer to prevent a final erasure is nothing
my days have got longer, i realize it’s over
my spirit will find a new face, it’s recovery
cannot be bothered, i reel into slices
soldiers fall like titans to dust and dry shrubbery
might they just make a discovery
i say they’re f-cked, it’s because of me
cosmic comeuppancy
our name is iconic, that fourth eye
that people that bandits that walk with celestial guidance
i could take on it, before my upheaval
i planned for that opp like it’s medical science
silv-n-s incarnate, the lore that i speak will enlighten the blocks in their heads through their sinus
aim for the noggin, perform and i’m leavin’ ’em writhing in shock, it’s a test of the finest
n- n- none succeed, v-viscera g-gushing stream
d- do you come fatigued with hair up, touching me
w- we f-ck in peace
within my chambers, we come as pleased
we feed the hunger pains as she succumb to seed
she sang “my tongue, it bleeds”
oh, my curse, cicadas swarm and burst from my neck
it hurts, it tastes of gore and dirt, that’s dry death
i tore and burnt my lips, with sores and worsened flesh
a corpse’s first distress, engorged by web
[hook: leechy!, idylll & both]
spiderwebs coatin’ everything i own
sittin’ at my desk, rot down my bones
waitin’ for the next ring on my phone
gotta tell death that i’m not home
dust on my countertop, mold in the walls
my foundation, it crumbled back down to the stones
there’s nothin’ to save and there’s nothin’ to take
gotta tell death i’m not home, aye
spiderwebs coatin’ everything i own
sittin’ at my desk, rot down my bones
waitin’ for the next ring on my phone
gotta tell death that i’m not home
dust on my countertop, mold in the walls
my foundation, it crumbled back down to the stones
there’s nothin’ to save and there’s nothin’ to take
gotta tell death i’m not home, aye

[outro: darrnell bradley]
i know we’ve heard leechy boi before but i lowkey kinda forgot
until i heard his voice and i was like “yeah, he wanted- like, d-mn, like this-”
the presence in this motherf-cker’s voice is insanity
like, thi- this sh-t is perfect for what’s going on here

- leechy

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