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letra de everyday life - madd hatter

[verse 1: madd hatter]
in a split second, seventeen minutes p-ssed
the earth stood still, givin’ y’all plenty of time to
relax and adjust to what you’re not accustomed to
like knowin’ no matter what you do, you’ll never be adequate
no vocabulary sufficient enough to put this fight to words with adjectives
its distant past goes back like montagues and capulets
tragic sense of emptiness like you don’t exist anymore
now you know what it’s like to be struck to the core
by a force that thwarts all sorts of unworldly renditions
ambitions are none
you can’t ignore the vengeance, man, your visions are done
you can’t just divorce from what you don’t understand
’cause they thrive on enhancements you can’t f-ckin’ stand
meanwhile, amidst it all, my entire territory shifted
and like magic i’m back on top
with clouds to fall back on
born addict, trafficking out of the abyss
at the mere mention of this, i find myself trapped
(but i’m, but i’m, but i’m, but i’m)
surrounded by different degrees of bliss
stretches out with no end in sight
i’m thinkin’, could this be a small taste of what heaven’s like
drinkin’ with some fine girls in my new ride
chillin’ by the poolside, keepin’ it fly, sippin’ moonshine

[verse 2: dubble dolla$]
six girls givin’ me a m-ssage at the palms in the spa
in nothing but vicky thongs, no bra
as i sip louis xiii and say ahh and she says (ooooh)
ugh, invincible, invisible, credible
i’m thankful ’cause she’s tasty and edible
seventh heaven and four devils equal double eleven on the clock
botany plants, biological seed, are you feeling greed?
i reach out for what i need until i touch
when is ever infinite too much?
double dose ’til you comatose
i snap my fingers and it’s over, refocused
drivin’ a lotus
listenin’ to my opus
slidin’ down the strip to my appointment
don’t front, i know i gotcha open
got a chronic disease for blowin’ chronic leaves
please believe it’s a relief
stress-free at the beach
as the wind and haze combine for a nice breeze
we’re in the shade, the sun is blocked by the palm trees
the water is calm, good day for a boat and two jet skis
four hawaiian tropic models in string bikinis
if you live in south florida right, every day can feel like paradise
you can get what you need, even fulfilling all your fantasies
opened my eyes and must’ve been dreaming from too many hennys and great dutchies
in the west indies, drinkin’ daiquiris, feelin’ the wind breeze
speedin’ on jet skis, are these fantasies?
me on the island capris with a chick from italy
eatin’ pasta, spaghetti
throwin’ money around like confetti
eatin’ pizza near the leaning tower of pisa
smellin’ fine wine in paris, i think her name was lisa
in brazil, poppin’ x pills with damsels, gettin’ ill
two forty inch plus on the movie reel
i pinch myself to check if this is real
inhalin’ dope as i look through the scope
at the top of the empire state, my brain resonates
to enter debate to control my peace of mind and create
a blessed and ill mind state

- madd hatter

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