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letra de self-pity - melvin burch

[intro]
mic check, 1-2

it’s real

it’s always real to me

[verse 1]
spittin’ your life at a $100 mic is-
a struggle you probably couldn’t identify with
but i’m talking about it, hoping you’ll like it
i’m in a dorm room, and the light’s dim
i’m feeling dim-witted, i don’t want to see myself
i have year-old flow, so the pita smells
pita-ful; i’m a big baby
who needs a diaper change, and some t-ts maybe
sorry for the crude language, i hang with imaginary friends
and we’re hungry to make sense-
to society… to avoid persecution or to attract a girl, finally
same old, same old, days old paper plates piled high on my desk
i’m a mess
i ate my food for thought, now i’m here vomiting all over your b00bs
my fault; where’s my dramamine?

[hook]
it’s getting so lonely inside this bed…
it’s getting so lonely inside this bed…
it’s getting so lonely inside this head…
it’s telling me i’m better off alone…

[verse 2]
under my blanket with my hp
low hp, you say you don’t hate me
but i replace what you say with a crazy hallucination
cause my good sense is missing an a/v-
cable; or it’s corrupted
whatever the case, self-hate is the subject
it’s the topic… i would stop it…
but i ain’t done turnin’ down, now drop it-
real low for real geek
people say they feel me; alright then, people; feel me:
you ever wrote a verse outside, barefoot, at 2 in the morning, cause your roommate was h-rny and brought a new girl in the bedroom while you laid in the dark
clutching a plush gengar to your heart
to feel some kinda touch, cause your life’s in a rut
and that abrupt interruption reminded you of such?!

[hook]

[verse 3]
stained gl-ss heart; stay breaking the beauty
i stay away from people, cause they hate that i’m moody
wallet in my back pocket, keeping the lint warm
something tells me that’s not what’s meant for
sorry bank of america, but i spent more
overdraft me, the store brand is nasty
not to mention that cute girl was bagging
as if it matters; this soda gave me bad t–th
so i smile with my mouth closed
and hang my head lower than the south pole; lights out
the opposite of northern, i’m feeling rather down
a sadder clown, i don’t tear, my laughter’s how-
you know i’m depressed; utter hysterics
some dude in arkham probably mutters my lyrics
i’m dumber than telling batman you murdered his parents
at most, i’m a rap fan; totally errant

just…

[hook]

- melvin burch

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