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letra de dream stuff - natan vikentiy

[intro]
yeah

[verse 1]
death, lookin’ silly as you’re beating that bush
head full of something and there, lands a right hook
now stand, look at your fist, it is covered in dirt
covered in what? dirt, uh, what the f-ck? uh, what the f-ck?
i was punching at air, punching at clouds, punching, oh-so-blind
words from the sky, straight to my eyes, all inside your mind
when you say, “hi,” that is a lie, i see through full time
break from my chains, show me your face, i hate this race
accept who i am, how can i? i am so undefined, love
then i hate, ’round then, back now, i’m petrified
take off that mask, now, learn from it, throw it aside
words are my god and my music’s insecticide
[verse 2]
me, this is all mе, one day i see, next day i flee
i am not you, i don’t agree, you are a fool, thеre is no key
there is no key, what the f-ck do you mean?
what an excuse to go act all obscene
how can you say this, you’re only 18?
how can you judge? you’re no better than me
diluting yourself, you’re a carbon-cut copy of saints
and the dreamers, the like, you’re no better than people
who give to the poor and then soar on their high horse
and give out some more, like go learn to deplore

[bridge]
yourself
well, that was pretty crazy (not really)
let’s bring it back to the theme of self-hatred
cue the autotune
this is gonna be a sad emo rap
what a sad boy, no, he’s a man, he’s a man, yah, yah, yah, yah

[verse 3]
what a sad man (sad man), what a bad plan (bad plan)
says he lives for something, but that dude ran (dude ran)
peter pan, huh, lookin’ ass, what he found was something
somehow even more just meaningless, yah, yah
what a mess (shhh)
don’t be too loud, my parents’ f-cking sleeping
if they hear this, they’ll be mad that i am cursing
if you hear this then my death, i’ll start rehearsing
[instrumental break]

[outro]
yeah, ha–
da, da-da, da, da-da
whippin’ in the kitchen, ooh, make a checklist
burn it to the ground then wear it like a necklace
funny how you l!ckin’, chillin’ like, we k!llin’
f-ck it, it’s a hole now, we crazy, like we rapin’
bacon, now we shakin’, ain’t no time for fakin’
takin’ no pictures ’cause we causin’ some fissures
watch the rot in the pillars, that the cost of human sinners
that’s fallacious, it’s just matter’s, tendencies
it’s all a part of me, like the trees, they sing to me
it’s in the wings of bumblebees and the hymns of those on their knees
how you pause so stupidly, the truth rings elegantly
i hate, you’re a part of me, yah…

- natan vikentiy

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