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letra de face sess - lync lone

b-tch i
face sess
f-ck the rest
trappin’ out, blackin’ out, i live for death
scr-ppin’ with all of my demons at rest
in my head i am f-cked up, filled with dread
yuh, yuh, lead to my head
yuh, yuh, tied up to my bed
yuh, yuh, they calling me when i am sleeping
i’m peeping the devil so red
said stop with all that fronting sh-t
c-ck block you, now who you f-ckin’ with?
opps stop you right up in public
i’m piercing cartilages with
dirty heroin needles now it look like you infected
grant my death wish
b-tch i’m moving too funny but that’s my method
yuh, get to the cash
i’m moving’ fast
and also losin’ all my past
i’m cruisin’ and hallucinating
b-tch, my brain has turned to ash
dope by my side got me hip to the jive
slow up your roll, b-tch we moving in 5’s
don’t get the dough cause it changes your life
get dough for the bros and the hoes you excite
i’m scr-ping’ keef up with my muhf-ckin’ debit card
tryna roll a blunt but i’m so high
i won’t finish it all
this a dark tune, not a muhf-ckin’ sing-along
bring your bong and the strong that we don’t be coppin’ from y’all
marinate in my f-ckin’ marijuana potion
scary things, whenever i cough, b-tch i be chokin’
rare like a canary but i’m barely flying’ sober
gettin’ high all by myself, but lync has always been a loner
b-tch

hey, what up, nice to meet ya
i’m beatin’ a seagull
in other words i’m whippin’ a bird, i’m lethal
i see through
all these p-ssy boys, i be cool
you be blue balled when i reach for people
i’m back
back and attacking the low
stack all of my dollar bills more
whack, but only in the eyes of foes
crack backs and splatter some hoes
yuh
you will not know me as past tense
all of these p-ssies, they pay rent
and talk like they got it, i’m masing
satan’s lobotomy
don’t creep up out of me
i’m with the prodigies
got lots of dope, but the hoes i got one my g
i can never f-ck with fake mentality
i can never f-ckin’ raise my salary
still i’ll be talkin’ that sad sh-t
raise up your cactus
day ones know my atlas
blasting off, i spear you like edge
feel all the blood is rushing to my head
b-tch i’m a tortured soul at heart
i’m only happy when my girl’s in my bed
b-tch i’m a cold, gross scar
stickin’ on mother earth’s skin till i’m dead

and you can be happy if you want it and i want it now, yeah
i wish i had the mental power like a f-ckin’ crown, yeah
all of these b-tch boys making this sh-t noise and it’s way too loud
kickin’ up chronic leaves as marijuana fills my clouds

- lync lone

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