a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de i rap cause god told me to (i'm god) - mawpy

do you think about it when you six deep in the dark
wonder bout you life when ended when it start
spit fragments they shattered like lyrics scattered all over my mind
its madness like b-st-rds getting captured burdens making them blind

real sh-t gotta pop out no weasel
painting my fate all over this easel
f-ck with the venue but not with the people
they making me act out i’m turning pure evil
see prophecies on top of me in a fеver dream i’m manic
with the possе got hint if green like steam satanic
i don’t partake
i’m playing it safe
don’t wanna end up with a hospital date
instead of demise i lift up create
making these song bet could you relate
pillaging prescriptions
listen to liturgy it got me itching
silly me hasn’t listened to people talking their wisdom
stuck in my ills
im feeling these pills
one day i’ll look back like i must’ve been k!lled
spilled my guts with no other will
stuck in a rut like signing a deal
i don’t do sh-t but sit up and fill
words in places that would be absurd
smash vases all over the curb
wasted like you may not even heard
do you think about it when you six deep in the dark
wonder bout you life when ended when it start
spit fragments they shattered like lyrics scattered all over my mind
its madness like b-st-rds getting captured burdens making them blind

on my bale sh-t no christians in sight
i’m your assailant who took outta bite
if your aware of me when i am around
hope you don’t look at my face there’s a frown
i rest in your b-tch face
she impressed bout my taste
f-ck outta hear with these normies i bait
k!lling you incels like you don’t have chance
stepping on you like a hill full of ants
feeling like peg when he internet rants
you typing up letters but ran outta stamps
taking your energy they call me the vamp

tamper with my image i’m a pull up with a picture of your b-tch inside my crib
sucking my d-ck wearing a bib
i’m cumming all over her ribs
she want it like i got the dibs
whipping up waves i’m current
i don’t need praise not urgent
you don’t have to pay i’m perfectly fine
you want me to puke
these rhymes like a juke
i’ll put you on mute
like drake you a hoot
radical my articles of clothing draped on my body
practical the actual self-loathing zombie
tactical my reticle i see through a shawty
this sh-t ain’t hobby
call me f-cking mawpy

- mawpy

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS