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letra de rose water - maximilian d'angelo

oh be, still my
beating heart i
saw you through the door
(voices whispering)
couldn’t put it
(keep that smile on your face girl)
into words but
(voices whispering)
hold me evermore
(keep that smile on your face girl)

keep that smile on your face girl
silence said the night
keep that smile on your face girl

rose water bubble tea in my hand
i can’t stand
i can’t stand
rose water bubble tea in my hand
i can’t stand
i can’t stand
rose water bubble tea in my hand
i can’t stand
i can’t stand
rose water bubble tea in my hand
i can’t stand
i can’t (i can’t)

i can’t believe it (i can’t believe it)
that feel amazing (that feel amazing)
this blood a secret (this blood a secret)
i see you don’t say sh-t (i see you don’t say sh-t)
i can’t believe it (i can’t believe it)
that feel amazing (that feel amazing)
this blood a secret (this blood a secret)
i see you don’t say sh-t (i see you don’t say sh-t)
i’m always afraid (afraid)
i don’t feel okay (okay)
i’m running away (away)
i’m running away (away)
i’m always afraid (afraid)
i don’t feel okay (okay)
i’m running away (away)
i’m running away (away)

if silver, golden karats, diamond rings
in that i can’t provide these shiny things girl
i see the lines
(i see the light)

what can be said for the lawless
artist who dwells in apartment
martyr who dies for the cause and effect
they expect to be polished
the stanza of quality flawless
stressed to abolish the press
an anomaly
destined to laugh when the humor irreverent
pay for the church, better pray for the reverend
savor the words ’till they spray like a weapon
painless and hurt like a cranium bursting
patiently working
plainly disturbed
but it come from the heart
and the soul going hard as t-tanium cartridges holey as god is
holy as prophets, i come to allah
dirty as profit, the gold in my palm
long as an odyssey, honestly it is my job
imma jot ’till i’m dead and i’m gone and they lay me in coffin
rap ’till the rapture and stay for the fallen
i couldn’t capture the things that i wanted
call me a failure
got a closet full of satin regalia
emperor’s clothes and my temper is full-blown
can’t quite tell if i’m drunk or i’m sober
mind is a wreck, and i reckon i bulldoze
gl-ss half full if the cup runneth over

- maximilian dangelo

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