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letra de vanguard - lucy camp

[verse 1: luzid]
stuff that i never done had
closed fists cinema bad
hostess minimum tab
don’t you know the synonym for mad
is a dose
i don’t even care to dance in your toes
when i hear it i get mad at the most
what is it in my head that provokes you, wanted to run but you had to be close
i don’t want be dug in a ditch, don’t wanna be the sc-m that you itch
i’d rather be the lunge in the rich, i’d rather be the lunge in the rich
and the lunge in the ribs, little duck to my hits
with a widdle in a bitty middle dumb to be kicked
i feel so infinity to bummed to be sick
the divinity in us didn’t stick
that’s why we make it work, if a buck didn’t matter in church
then my luck in a latter isn’t worth
what i struck in a chatter when i’m sure
you can touch all the damage in a blur
yeah you suck when you’re panicking to her
i scream yuck what a challenge that occurred
what kinda muck and a habit you prefer
i snuck up and you hadn’t had a clue
we get some but we get screwed
we need just one you feed us two
we feed on gums, the fetus grew
baby beat my drum, she-she’s one who
can eat the freedom, and meet up the meat cut we come to be freaks from when we seek the weakened and we can weaken you

[hook:]
maybe we can settle it, get a group of your friends to meddle in
put a pedal in a non little level relevant
i’m sure, don’t wanna get out of my element
you’re bored, and you’re getting kinda delicate
some gore, then it’ll be disheveling
your corpse is already done developing
you felt him, and i wanna let you know that i’m ahead of him

[verse 2:]
fickle fatigue is a big ol degree
biodegradable skin is on me
if i die don’t you say that i didn’t believe
cuz i did and i did and i did it with peace
did it with ease, i lie in a state
of sanity separated by the change
cost tons when you play my kinda game
step in the ring let’s talk about fame
when every precious thing begins to seal itself with string
my beautiful working king, he’s losing the urge to sing
he says all i do is cling, relying on a machine
she’s trying only to be, these lies that you would so mean
penicillin pet my pigeon needs another dead edition
it’s only gettin bread and it’s been longer than the s-x that isn’t
or hasn’t gotten head beginnin
since times of such an infinite kid
with burdens of predicament fit
better than imprisonment hit
me like you’re in love with all of my disgusting features
lie don’t trust me either when you’re hyped up on the reefer
and your eyes are like procedures, that have died revived and breathed her
life is my own fever and she only makes me weaker

[hook]

- lucy camp

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