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letra de wasteland - loc saint

this wasteland has never been for me (wasteland)
i’m breaking h-lla box till free on me (wasteland)
and i will never say some real repeat
i came to set the wasteland free from defeat

so i sing for the things that have never been seen, never been heard
because i’m bored with the life and the m-sses, can’t trust all these tactics, they’re really so absurd
the release of what is real and what is real is hard to find in a dimension everybody’s too scared (no lie)
cause if you’re looking for truth, you’re gonna find they put your body in shackles, leave your reality blurred

(don’t wanna waste) another day of doing nothing like a mannequin it’s
(art i’m gonna make) i’m sick of living like i’m dying but i’m feeling like my
(heart is on replay) cause i’m bored of a life y’all content with
get me something crazy they be hanging in suspense it’s
trouble for the galaxy, i’m pencilin’ a sentence (sentence)

now we’re tired of many things in this life but it all boils down to a box that we live in (blocks out)
maybe yours don’t got bars and barbed wire but up the river i find it acts as a prison (locked down)
holding every single one of us back from marking and barking another kind of crazy expedition (talk bound)
and if you took me aside and started asking me why, i’d tell you the fact is n0body’s really living
they all want to block out, don’t want to talk bout, seek out anything real
so if you ever really wondered where you came from, put you in the late one darwin’s steel
that’s a box in this heap full of nothing but rocks so imma kick it down the block with zeal
cause i came for the truth and the whole truth, nothing but the truth and i ain’t leaving till i know what’s real
show me god, show me something that is arch of enough to the galaxy, follow me to the land of extremities
where the mud and water be readily brought ahead of me as i travel into the heart of the centipede
like a maze ever winding on, imma break the box and resp-wn in a land where man explores the core of life and now time is gone (to escape the land of wastes)

(don’t wanna waste) another day of doing nothing like a mannequin it’s
(art i’m gonna make) i’m sick of living like i’m dying but i’m feeling like my
(heart is on replay) i wanna break up out the box and discover new things
show me god, show me something that is arch of enough
to a place like i’ve seen in a dream

i’ve seen things with my very own eyes that are mentally a text crumble and fall apart
everything the world thinks that it knows been blown out of the water inside of my own heart
disavow, disavow, disavow, wow, everything amazing is hidden by dark arts
but i vowed that i’ll never be a puppet, i’m jumping out of the waste and automatically lighting the first spark
through my discovery, halo hover in front of me, but when i try to tell everyone they’re making fun of me
but the people around me saw every single amazing minute of what i’ve seen, now we can change things stuttering
ghosts, cars, shouts out to sean, right? we’re living memories set to be put aside
and i’m breaking free for our efforts in a society’s h-ll of us inside of sobriety the fire that never dies
when you jump from the box and you make it be known, you get 86’ed from the mix (wasteland)
eight gs make a circle round the house while i’m laying on the couch drinking this liq (wasteland)
got burns on my bones while the devil’s on the phone telling me these pills going quick (get lit)
when a psychokinetic psycho’s inside of me wondering which side of me will i eventually pick

(this wasteland)
do something new that’s never been seen, never been heard
(this wasteland)
break free from the wasteland, and do something
amazing

- loc saint

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