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letra de paralyzed - mvko

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[skylarallen]
every night
i been feeding the stress
i feel it multiply
every day is a test
but f-ck it ima try
til i meet my demise
i leave you terrified
i leave you paralyzed
yeah
every night
swear i can’t get any rest
but f-ck it i don’t mind
pull the blade from my chest
like i know i’ll be fine
til i meet my demise
i leave you terrified
full body paralyzed
yeah

[mvko]
toss and turn inside my sleep
i’m talking to demons again
ready to meet my end
shake hands with the reaper
and leap from the ledge
hollow to my core
i look alive but inside i feel dead
most you p-ssy rappers make a living from playing pretend
feeling like team rocket watch me blast off
eatin every beat i touch no bath salts
fist made of stone make your face eat asphalt
no face no case i always leave the mask on

no one wanna see me comin up
if you got a problem b-tch you can run it up
f-ck your feelings i don’t really give a mother f-ck
drum up on the stick i’m about to let it dump

it’s like i wanna die
just look in my eyes
you will see no life
i’ll leave you hypnotized
you can not compromise
the way i feel inside
i got medusa’s eyes
i’ll leave you paralyzed

[skylarallen]
every night
i been feeding the stress
i feel it multiply
every day is a test
but f-ck it imma try
til i meet my demise
i leave you terrified
i leave you paralyzed
yeah
every night
swear i can’t get any rest
but f-ck it i don’t mind
pull the blade from my chest
like i know i’ll be fine
til i meet my demise
i leave you terrified
full body paralyzed
yeah
[witchouse 40k]
aye
blade in my back
i’m wit the ghosts and the gang on attack
p-ssy rappers
i be runnin right past em
i sprint to the money
i tryout for track
who feelin gully? i aim atcho pack
we shooting back
who want the smoke?
i’m a kid wit a cutthroat
drop his addy i’m here where they at
aye, aye
f-ck it, it’s slime gang
heard he talkin i call on my slatt
i get them racks up
40k out the coffin
i wake up and get to the bag
i am skeleton but i been stacking up pounds
like a calorie i’m cuttin back
garbage the family
t–th on my skully
i feel like an angel but come out the trash

poppin enemies, not poppin henny
b-tch i’m poppin out
porcelain they body
if they break in then i shot em down
origami foldin up the stock and fill they coffin out
i pullup wit a shotty, lil 40 wit da body count
what?!
i got that body count
walking out the coffin
burn a bridge like it’s a falling out
heard he drop a song
i seen em cappin imma call em out
the glock gon get to coughing, who want smoke i give em cottonmouth

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