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letra de the parlour - mac lethal

[verse 1]

blood in my lungs
shotgun in my own mouth
ballin’ so hard i got money i don’t count
stacks in my pocket, stacks cause i’m indie
even though the f-ckin odds were just stacked up against me
hold up, i took a shot of whiskey now i’m fine
ain’t a single one of you gon’ say this city isn’t mine
even though these record labels told me that i need to act realer
they said they’ll sign me if i act like i’m mac miller
some even said they wouldn’t sign me cause i’m balding
even though my flow is straight scalding
now i’m losin confidence i feel like quittin music
even though my flow is so abusive
i’m just scared to let my b-lls swing
so f-ck ya’ll, i ain’t n0body’s pet dog
i pull a gun and all these record labels get robbed
i gotta make you bang your head until your neck throb
no one in their right mind deserves to work a desk job

i’m gonna catch this dream before i die, b-tch
i’m gonna catch this dream before i die

[verse 2]

i don’t even need a cheesy pop single or a chorus
ya’ll bout to watch me shift the whole entire global orbit
i’m on my own d-ck it’s so big, it’s so enormous
i think i’ll swallow myself like i’m the ouroboros
morbid, black poisonus orchids
torture anybody on that music business wh0r- sh-t
“how much does a feature cost?”
b-tch you can’t afford it
ten billion unmarked bills on a forklift
i smack the paparazzi b-tch i’m on that bjork sh-t
drinkin beaujolais with a plate of seared swordfish
either that or farmhouse ale with some pork tips
i quilt words together it’s so gorgeous
i never quit it would be bad news to my fans
i’m committed i put tattoos on my hands
i’ll never get a real job
i’m stuck makin music
for the goodnatured people that just feel odd

i’m gonna catch this dream before i die, b-tch
i’m gonna catch this dream before i die

[verse 3]

listen, i ain’t dissin anybody
tryin to work a 9-5 so they can get a little money
but if you feel like you got a p-ssion that you gotta chase
quit your job and hock a loogy in your boss’s face
cause i spent too long showin up to work formal
how can i do normal work?
my brain don’t even work normal
i’d rather spray paint the stars til their black
therapeutic gangster rap
there’s a market for that
look, if i was gucci mane pitchfork would say
i’m the greatest f-ckin writer of my day
i’m sick of music publications giddy in their press for thugs
ya’ll are named pitchfork why you obsessed with bloods?
just because i’m white and used to mess with drugs
does not mean eminem’s the reason that i rap
i know real gangsters and people in the trap
it’s a fantasy for ya’ll and we’re just leavin it at that
b-tch

i’m gonna catch this dream before i die, b-tch
i’m gonna catch this dream before i die

- mac lethal

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