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letra de irfhy - lumenate

(verse 1)
after the fact the math of addin you with the hash
happier than a glad bag over the emo’s head
hopefully i make you happy like meal’s smashed in the dash
and colorful like cartoons on tv in a cheetah pad
baby, i f-ckin’ love you, and lovin’ don’t have no curfew
i’ll love you until the earth dies or at least until i do
nothing ever seemed to matter besides your smile well splattered
and the tattered memory of eating ice cream, getting fatter
“never leavin’ the house again, my friend” or so it seemed
did it for ’bout 3 months, pourin’ out my guts in a open stream
get so beamed that i don’t see clean
break my knees with a 4 inch screen
mind so shattered by the lsd
that a klondike bar would do sh-t for me
do a backflip on a winding street
land somewhere right under trees
motives on the road to rogue and vulgar actions
mastered the greatest faction, now slowly growin the m-sses
p-ssin’ the fattest fatty and now i’m speakin’ with accents
matchin’ image of daddy, f-ck it, he’s livin’ the actin’
now i’m rappin’ with p-ssion, always needed a laugh and
nevermind the corridor leadin’ to other fashions
bottle mind and body so soul can live the crashin’
nasty like f-ckin’ -sses, greater than f-ckin’ alex
like to say that i’m p-ssive aggressive, you get the message
rectify livin’ life hectic, check it before you wreck it
check all your blind spots otherwise you disconnected
n-ggas wantin’ the perfect bringin’ the unexpected
she stay right at home, not to be disrespected but…

(chorus)

i really f-ckin’ hate you now (x6)

(verse 2)
write a story for pastor, burn the paper to ashes
let it fall to the ground, then pick it up, fantastic
learnin’ new things like how to do better now
instead of walkin’ in the field, tippin’ over cows
crowded in this sandbox, give me my bubble now
clostraphobic with no aerobics, my heart don’t even pound
p-ssin’ the front desk off askin’ where is my girl?
up in room 312, hearin’ her f-ckin’ yell
dammit i hate the cryin’, worse i hated the smell
the people in dr. outfits knowingly knowin’ the deal
catchin’ me on a reel, pullin’ me out of h-ll
makin’ sure that i breathe, then puttin’ me back to jail
captive in my own thoughts, trapped and i’ll never tell
except my fans will always know the life kullizun wrote in brail
george foreman don’t know nothin’ ’bout grillin’ the fascists
cl-ssically a masterpiece but n-gga i’m lookin’ past it
f-ck it, i know the average american don’t know average
if it slapped them in the face and repeated the line in static
tacky but f-ckin’ true
what we got left to lose?
tools in a shed held up by hangin’ cocoons
wrapped in golden weaves and never becomin’ loose
how do we fix the problem when problems control the news?
media and followers, cults and bein’ active
told me to stop rappin’, now i’m bein’ proactive
helpin’ the slightest gadget to tell us all the statistics
it’s weird how everywhere i look it always seems s-d-stic

- lumenate

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