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letra de throw it out - lou chikuni

[verse 1]
this is amazing
conspiracy made to be k!lling the faith in
the heart of the people is skipping a beat
from the drama, the pace that it’s making
like usain in a race
while you staying in the place
they rushing to take what you made of
the gift from the savior, but nothing’s more major
an agent of change, i’m supposed to be that
but i sit and relax, did i have a relapse?
send me back to rehab
all of these habits that’s bad
we gon’ decapitate that
leo dicap and it’s breaking my back
the bear in my past, it’s there to distract
escapin’ before i hear vertebrae crack
romans 8, i’m supposed to murder it back, yeah
this is the season for k!lling the sin that is creeping, american dreaming
the ideology that got me believing
that money’s all i need, idolatry feeding
the one inside of me, the wolf that is eating
but deep desire to defeat ’em
mean by the spirit, who wain’t backing down and not leaving
there’ll only be one of us breathing, yeah
[hook]
throw it out
out with the old
in with the new
throw it out
throw it out
out with the old
in with the new
throw it out
throw it out
out with the old
in with the new
throw it out
throw it out
out with the old
in with the new
throw it out

[verse 2]
new wine for renewed minds
on a true grind means a new time
i just believe that there’s two sides
the stories they tell ain’t the truth, why?
i know this ’cause when you assimilate
and simulate what you see then you synchronize
but lukewarm make the savior spit
instead of rich, you’re wretched, poor, blind
and when i do it, so am i
why i flirt with suicide?
losing what he gave me, life
now it’s time to get the prize
cutting limbs like samurais
fitness in the faith and witnessing the change
to get the thinner frame that’s tailor fit and made
to sit with the armor upon it, fresh
ephesians 6 what i’m quoting, yes
like iron man but a dying man preaching to dying man
that’s my desire, man
if my environment make me a silent man
i get that old charlie chaplin inside me, man
then i just tell ’em: i’m ’bout to eat with the king
sorry, but you not invited, man
and it’s a meal for the fighters who praise when they’re tired
our glasses, we raise ’em up higher, man, yeah
[hook]
throw it out
out with the old
in with the new
throw it out
throw it out
out with the old
in with the new
throw it out
throw it out
out with the old
in with the new
throw it out
throw it out
out with the old
in with the new
throw it out

- lou chikuni

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