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letra de chest pains - lightnife

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[verse 1]:

go get her, i know i should know better
hold together, theres people lookin on even though i’m a row zedder
oh to be a go getter
but the seeds that i sew won’t grow

and the people i know won’t show, so i keep on the low
its evil yeno, the people are speaking in code
so my voice stays locked down deep in my throat

got a beat and i flow, but the thoughts stay way down deep in a hole
when the mind goes free, it’s not freedom you know
mine’s in a field, not my field it’s a minefield

have to write down things that i feel, don’t mind the spiel its just my spiel
i got lost for real i can’t quite deal
often thoughts to k!ll getting quite real

for real, and i know theres no going back
don’t hold back, it’s an off road track
don’t hold grievances, don’t show weakness

these are points of advice that stephen said
obviously i don’t want people dead
it’s the worst of tests, is coming first the best?
i’ve had to deal with the worst of threats

beat drops, and the mood does too
f-ck you, hit me with a quick one-two
drop a lexapro, let the blues come through
who knew i’d a fuse and i’d lose the cool?

who’s the fool? i’ve a fire that i choose to fuel
only the people i admire are oozing cool
you’re a liar and theres boos to prove it, i’m inspiring a movement in music

refuse it? i’m sick of being rejected
i texted a bird and she seems depressed
it seems that she wants to flee the nest
i twigged that the s-x mustn’t be the best

even skets want to feel that they’re being respected
guess as good as mine you don’t reckon
i wasn’t paying attention that lesson
have a pain in my chest that won’t lessen

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[verse 2]:

speaking of chest pains, i had to check on my mate because he’s deep in a chess game
needs freedom of stress
so he puffs on a jeff thinking weed is the best way
kept saying, chemical rain sprays from jet planes
it’s a terrible game and still it gets played
i remember the days of singing next stage
now he gets paid, slaving in exchange

the lyrics are autobiographical
irrational chatter i tackle and try and channel through
ask myself the tasks that i just cannot do
and i’ve had a few, just a can or two

can’t stand the actions of a planetful
goes without saying the punishment is capital
throw me to the cannibals
enough fodder to feed five families of animals

only at night, do i open my mind
dreams show me a side that the psycho within me throws to the side
i don’t hold much pride, but i know when a soul is alive, and i’m alive

[outro]:

when shall we three meet again?
when the hurly burly’s done
when the battles lost and one
that will be ere the set o sun
where the place? upon the heath
there to meet with…
mikey

- lightnife

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