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letra de midnight oil - linqua franqa

[chorus]
i can’t live without you (oh no, i can’t live without you)
i can’t seem to shake you (oh no, i can’t seem to shake it)
i feel so ashamed to
say it’s true

i can’t live without you (oh no, i can’t live without you)
i can’t seem to shake you (oh god, i can’t seem to shake you)
i feel so ashamed to (no, i feel so ashamed to)
say it’s true (say it’s true)

[verse]
sittin’ in class makin’ a little list of adjectives
calculatin’ grade point averages ’til i’m mad and [?]
though i told myself no matter how bad it gets
i wouldn’t go back to adderall ’cause i had a ball, but i had to quit
but the [?] scholars whose asses is african
all i’m askin’ is the end of censorship, banish the asterisk
but my natural habitat is having a habit that i haven’t kicked

i found some powdered orange crumbs in the corner
and thought it must’ve been drugs that’d been pеstled and mortared
thumbed ’em on to my tongue like i’m some desperate h–rder
like a flower that’s on the water, man the thirst had been torture
twenty minutes, no bust, so i l!cked the rest of the floorboard
text my ex with a request but nothin’ special i ordered, just a quarter
twenty five milligrams will get the girl sorted
said gracias mi amor before i crushed it and snort it
and zoom, i’m penning opuses quicker than slippin’ on the penny loafers
zen-ly focused as i’m scribblin’ in my flimsy notebook
couple hours pass and fizzlin’ only [?]
hit the jittery joe’s, a rhythm-in in my cinnamon mocha
couple of minutes i’m hopeful, couple of minutes i’m woke up
couple of minutes i’m hittin’ my quota, couple more minutes i’m hittin’ my limit and reachin’ for mo’
drugs (aw f-ck)

[chorus]
i can’t live without you
i can’t seem to shake you (oh god, i can’t seem to shake you)
i feel so ashamed to (and so i feel so ashamed to)
say it’s true (to say it’s true)

[verse]
i’m tired and it’s quiet, i am quiet with the kingpin
could i acquire five? feelin’ like i got my wings clipped
plus i got so f-ckin’ much to do
i bought ’em and gobbled ’em all at once like augustus gloop
i went from dust anew, ya dust anew
my dreams are terrifying, but staying awake is just as cruel
and that ain’t no way the way to put my cd
that boom boom you hear is just my motherf-ckin’ heart beating

- linqua franqa

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