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letra de memoirs - mrluminary

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man i’m sick of this, man i’m upset
can’t find confidence to post, so no love yet
ain’t my fault i’ve mastered the way of the f-ckhead
f-ck this, get me f-cked up, end up feeling felled and like i can’t trust love

“you were only supposed to blow the bl–dy doors off!”
hit the skids as he pins it round the corner coz he heard ‘call the cops’
he’ll fight until he feels the war is won
but for now, it’s headphones on the bus for four more blocks, (uh)

style is crazy wild, amazing
i hear them cry like babies
fl1ck the spliff, i could fill a file up with pages
every line writ upon, stained my name in the game for the ages
i blame the age on the want of a vacation

missing days of beyblades and playstation
pain-staking, but i wouldn’t change stations, or trade places
i love this like.. yow, yah…
man to me this sh-t is a safe haven

let’s take a gaze at the state of the art
probably lit in fake chains, faded, if that’s the case, i’mma stay in the dark
those faded’ll fade like the paint on my car
you won’t get your fill like there’s no sp-ce at the bar

tons of stuff i learnt the basics for, but never stuck with
rap’s a sl-t but that b-tch is the one i put my trust in
my sh-t ain’t big enough to be the only one she f-cks with
so she wh0r-s around, reminding me that she just can’t be trusted

wanna cut sick; duck barricades, chronic haze in the air
i just might rap for days
luminary bruz, don’t forget the rappers name
backstabbers caught out in the mirror the way they cracking face

i think my brain might be slightly decayed from inhalation
all the smoke down my throat, in my lungs, f-cking over my respiration
dedication to blazing weed and making beats
i’d be skitzo or dead with 6 amazing feats

take a second, just wait a second
felt a wave of relief, coz h-ll visited
left and said that he would be back
bruz: i’m over trying to d, d-mn!

hard to trust and, i know my heart is hard to suss
yeah i kinda treat my house just like a party bus
i know the drugs can hold me close
like how i used to know my father’s hugs
i’m way gone, it’s never far enough

i’m jumpy like the way my car is started up
i’ve pardoned love, i reckon that i’ve given my heart enough
i keep it a hundred but i don’t realise my days are numbered
all of the pain and suffering’s made me hate the way i loved this

save for one thing, the way i approach and face a sentence
instead of put the work in, it’s more like face all the pressures
i know i bless a beat whenever i can make the effort
so i compose it, myself and then take away the stresses

- mrluminary

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