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letra de stump - mweez

[hook: x2]
i think i’m goin’ crazy, frustrated, feelin’ angry
dont understand why can’t i get these screams out of my head
any second i’m about to explode, leave everything dead

[verse 1]
now and days death seems to be only justifying the means
the aches i hold in my spline these reoccurring dreams
the light that was once there seems to be dead
not like it was showing me they way to the end
this tunnel is closing these moments rush, i pretend
that you and your people are definitely my friends
i lost all my patience
insanity seems to be my only acquaintance
i’m sitting here ready to eat away at your acceptance
you don’t phase me this might as well be your new death sentence
cause even if pull the plug and not think twice
even if its hooked up to my own device
i rather leave my mind chopped up and diced
and ready to feed it to the mice
cause even if i’m screamin’ i rather leave this earth more than twice
and yes i did say twice
didn’t you notice?
i’m the son of someone in red pitchforked, red dread
his name is mephistopheles, prince of darkness
beelzebub the infernal dead
but the price of my luck looks to be dead the only horse on a head
these voices screaming please just shoot them and leave me in peace
cause even if i didn’t know better my mind is a disease

[hook: x3]
i think i’m goin’ crazy, frustrated, feelin’ angry
dont understand why can’t i get these screams out of my head
any second i’m about to explode, leave everything dead

[verse 2]
frustrating times keep this morbid mind in check with no place to hide
i don’t understand why my knowledge only goes as far as mankind
why can’t i just go back to the old days, wondering how i was going to get enough money to blaze
now i have the money to be high till i die after i sky dive off this cloud with no discretion
i understand that i have no room to argue, people have k!lled to be in my position
roasting their own babies in a barbecue just to feed themselves for a couple more minutes
help me kick these so called angels off my shoulders and become your messiah
don’t worry though i only save my prophets for the wretched cold hard winna
dead stoned new breed of a sinna
take this syringe and break bread with the 12 disciples at the last dinna
smash the plates and wake up in my bead with a head in my hand from the man named allah
jumpstart the gun
moments wizzin’ by
technique is the question
but the instant is ready to die
nothing i can do
just sit here ready to die sleeping on stand by
power dismiss me down
i feel like i might as well crawl into a bottle of popov
live in there long enough to be wasted
24/7 cause it seems that with out it my life can end any second
but f-ck it i’m down cause my fuse is about to be digested
finally some time to think, my head is restin’

[hook: x3]
i think i’m goin’ crazy, frustrated, feelin’ angry
dont understand why can’t i get these screams out of my head
any second i’m about to explode, leave everything dead

- mweez

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