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letra de psychedelic crystal - misty maestro

[chorus]
force fed a psychedelic crystal
stripped b-tt naked, caused a panic at the disco
reach to scratch my back but i whipped out a pistol
bout to shoot anybody embodying felicia unfaithful

[verse 1]
toungin’ down a girl from istanbul
i might be trippin’ but i still game better than you
wonderful venue playin’ autotunes and whiskey blues
i’m confused what’s 2 plus 2
cause i’m doing this all for you
and the colour blue is starting to turn into
white cause we celebrating life with a bottle of curacao
who will tell me i’m off the rails
the story lies i often tell often sells
the first novel, born is king of israel
if i’m first offence you better bail
me? i’m the king of this beat
cop? better run before you find this
e? see me poppin’ like i’m eazy
g? got a couple of them stashed
wait
p-ss drunk at the fork of the road
the older the night gets the younger we grow
holding hands with this senorita i barely know
with a jar of patrone tryna get her alone
roam with the sins of the city finding our way home
cause that’s where the after party’s at right?
nope
[chorus]
force fed a psychedelic crystal
stripped b-tt naked, caused a panic at the disco
reach to scratch my back but i whipped out a pistol
bout to shoot anybody embodying felicia unfaithful

[verse 2]
i don’t know what came over me
a strange energy is imminent
this scene is eerie villainous feeling is fillin’ me, feelin’ you
fillin’ me with hatred, said i was your favourite may just hate
just get the f-ck off my face
angel face slowly fades from my place
tainted memories, response belated
3 am she was proud to be in a nightclub
good girl acting bad tryna spite us
righteous, cats and dogs fight, might just fight us
losing calories runnin’ through my mind, level number 9
only seeing green acting colourblind
credit card decline, only time it’s ever out of line
(i’m so tired)
at this rate, we’re all going to h-ll
tryna see if anybody wanna be in touch with me
pull up my phone
oh wait look there’s something
“you got mail”
blow loud, talk loud, it’s a dog crowd
i don’t even like this, i just go out
tryna forget all the things you said
not a moment to myself
can’t you tell i’m losing my mind
one cell at a time
and you say i’ll be fine
[verse 3]
homies tryna break bread, i’m just tryna break lead
nevermind what the lame said
now
all i see is fob from the mainland
got people looking up to me doin’ handstands
must be the accent, bombs over baghdad
wait what di you say? scratch that
would you be the one for my nightstand
tired of my right hand
no? aight then

(verse 4)
when the night is gone we try to right our wrongs
but tell me what i do if i don’t belong

- misty maestro

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