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letra de sunburst - lobash

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[verse 1 : ousama]

high as i am
blasted
sp-ce man rafting
sway the stream cos im late
make way for the brass
tape deck replacing my heart
couple days in the fast
the sun grazes my past and love cradles my calf
i must ladle the craft
f-ck raiding the blast doors, i’m up
trust me your mast stuck on the glass ceiling
bars weakened for hard evenings
this mars speed
full throttle no harm either
prenup on hold cos i’m love struck on this boat
put my rose up to the gold
if i drop the ropes unsteady i’m weakened
glock sh-lls on the shelf got a mossberg for the demons
every feather helps
quill spills truth as the hill steepens
it’s really a full feeling fighting the urge to grieve

milling a flower to bloom soon
if i’ve stolen the show ill be back in the after hours to broom
cook soul in the groove whatever breathe imma mean it
every ingot believe it
whatever breadth is the width i’ll think it to reason
there’s really no better need than getting up when your sunk
if your living life to be happy then dont bother with breathing
what the f-ck are you thinking?
get that rock on your shoulder and push weight with the rest of us heathens
curse name 21st centruy
bang a molecule let it burst i concurr destiny
how many melons heads got us just a second from the 11th hour

[verse 2 : ousama]

i wanna die
took a trip to versailles lost my mind and survived it
posse cutting deep roll an eye we englightened
molly got the grudge happy
but still dont try to stunt at me
1p in my left pocket give you the wop
no blankie
i’m growing a lot no more cold cuts on my thighs
but call up the ol’ banshee
another body embalmed
just how many more coffins of ours
went from young creative mind to old guy perception
benchmark test my reflections
inspired a tidy entrance
but likened to top 5 essentials
wept at the death of mighty jesters
turned the whole block to roblox
my smile couldn’t hide intentions
tryna chat sh-t to a lie detector
i’m a snidy mess stepped in my lair and trapped you in my meriam webster
tear the lapel now i’m a lary guest compare me to a hairer version of the heir to merlins chair
the names arthur i’ll spare your immersion
locked in the volume
watch for the second we clock you in the curfew
call it a rorsarch blob test, but na
like a 7th generation jet
i put time in my craft
approaching the aisle with a locked head on my arm
body of god drop next to her
i box heavy with bars
rock heavy to mars
subtle touches the spot
mother of god
the passion burns harder than arsonists
all you bums are ass l!cks
f-ck dissing a common guy i got ma eyes on masters
try to diss o and i’ll rip a hole in your raft
this ain’t lil yachty
i’m a battleship with a twenty ton magic stick
loaded up on coffee and brocoli
pole vaulting into the dark
you really got no chance catching up with this old b-st-rd
continuing written texts older than caphtor
emabarking on a mission akin to ripleys
this vision is daft but the let the lights pocket give us a holier than thou ryhthm to vibe off

[verse 3 : ousama]

12th hour
you dont want real thats all say
cos the truth does it hurt and i know my pain
when i pity my past
double up my brain
i wish i had time to burn that page
but lifes got legs gotta learn that wish is a futile frame
never mind my tears your a learner too
and we all on board for the herders loot
in a supine rage while we murmur fumes
in a room i pray
every word i spew
we allude an aim
but the rubix cube
is a cruel idea tryna move into
just when you think you’ve had an arm given
that grip turns to harm and slips
right through the cracks in your soul
and back to being trapped you go
another day its a wrap
raptured your spirit and collpased the vision of being that which is riffing
a universal inner rhythm
you been lapped but thats hasn’t stopped you
out the box and into the moss
nature is lost but not forgotten
catacyslm is imminent
we look from afar detached in a schizm
but this time false machismo won’t topple the griffin
aloft is the mission
divine intervention designed by magic
imagine the wisdom of thoth mix in a touch of the gin
and thats a lobash c-cktail in a minute
take a sip and your tripping

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