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letra de 10 lines - mattz

these are different songs…

[lyric 1] i start to fear that ill be left alone to die
just filling the blanks of my own life
i want people to relate to what i say
to what i feel
understand and agree my own faiths
so i can help those who chosen the hard ways

[lyric 2] my words are getting empty
no meaning
throwing random lines in this peace of paper
most people won`t relate to it
so i keep insisting till i get gold from a pile of sh-t
writing lyrics were my way to keep my mind away
from thinking about suicide
the only thing holding me up to me not slide
i don’t know, but i`m forcing this dream too much
too scared to realize it would never work out
getting afraid of the last punch
have to accept i will die alone buried alive
beneath the dirty
but part of me still have hope
and won`t give up till the last drop of blood

[lyric 3] you said my d-ck`s small
please don`t be too harsh
my d-ck is big
but your p-ssy that is too large
if you have twins do you think its gonna come one by one?
no
they`re gonna come at once
like a double barrel shotgun

[lyric 4] i have so many rhymes in my mind
i think i`m getting lost between the lines

[lyric 5] you swallow c-m as much you swallow air
if you give birth to a kid in your lungs
i wouldn’t be impressed

[lyric 6] what about the philippines?
all its people came from the same beans
there too many sameness
just like all indians
you walk among them and can’t tell a single difference

[lyric 7] i`m a fish inside of a aquarium
i see the outside but i can’t get out of this dump
but i know what i`m capable of
that`s why i keep moving on
gl-sses are breakable
so are my obstacles

[lyric 8] you deserve a lake of p-n-ses
mad scientists
working in a way to turn your blood in absinthe
serve me a cup accompanied with a floating cl-toris

[lyric 9] don`t call me rude ma’am
call me iron man
beat you up in the -ss with my iron bar
b-tches call it my third leg
you say i`m mad
i say f-ck you and beat you up in the head
start crying cause i have a iron hand
yeah!
its gonna crack your skull in half
finish the job with a yankees bat
let your skull in pieces
how many broken bones?
wanna bet?
i counted six
you counted ten?
shut up b-tch, you can’t talk, you`re f-cking dead

[lyric 10] i live in a constant feeling of doubt
don`t know what to do
my legs are too tired to walk
and brain too messed up to organize my thoughts
incapable of undoing the simplest knots
there`s too many questions
should i keep going or change directions?

- mattz

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