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letra de lotus eaters - nerves baddington

lotus eaters lyrics
[intro: alfred lord tennyson]
hateful is the dark-blue sky
vaulted o’er the dark-blue sea
death is the end of life; ah, why
should life all labor be?

[verse 1: inkline]
yeah i’m lotus-eating so i keep it close and never show the reason
i live in my own head but i’m a let you know the secret
hocus pocus you on notice, so you know i’m beastin’
working out some kinks i’m a prototype of frodo-jesus
on a quest to get the ring but gettin’ tore to pieces
thrown upon a cross but now it’s tombstone rollin’ season
if you ain’t know now you know flows cold fallen angеls in the snow like it’s 6 below freezin’
rap city maybе rap bohemian but lately maybe catch me with a mask on scheming them
it’s like that air more like ass y’all breathing in
while you screamin’ bout a mask go on breathe it in
vax on vax off they don’t whip it that raw
probably doing coke cut with fentanyl and bath salt
like dawg that’s your ass fault
i ain’t even know they made em that soft
i’m on an island looking like i live in nassau
chewing on a lotus to forget all of my past lost
won’t be tasked for some bangers and mash
all cap with that mask on even with your mask off
what’s some smallpox to some napalm?
what’s an eye roll to a facepalm
i just shake my head then i play dumb
catch me at the tree picking flowers
what’s some smallpox to some napalm?
what’s an eye roll to a facepalm
i just shake my head then i play dumb
catch me at the tree picking flowers
catch me at the tree picking flowers
for hours at the tree picking flowers
catch me at the tree picking flowers
for hours and hours and hours
[verse 2: black plastique]
i worship a god of death
carry the moss-covered crucifix
dub god, gold dagger sacrifice kids
never seen a season painted the way that we invoke
throw away your rhymes, my n-gga it’s time to decompose
i sold my soul for solo gold, the benefits is power old
locate the fake with echoes, drop the elbow off the top rope (geronimo)
excellence of execution
’87 whitney houston
you wanna dance? n0body loves you, i can prove it
we the upper echelon, vices go unpunished
s-x and mayhem sanctioned by drugs and money
keep my distance from the dirty work i never touch the mud
just chill in an old whip, like slave blood
erase my mind with exotic narcotics
two flowers, semiotics
semi-auto expose containers of forbidden knowledge
flower picker, rich n-gga, never peel the price sticker
f-ck witcha, dope pitcher

[verse 3: linnil]
wake and bake
catch me at the tree picking flour
with the dirt under my fingernails, i bring ‘em h-ll
lord knows i’m meaning well
unf-ckwittable
though the buzz is digital
love to the l-sters
that gun tuck the physical
fighting demons so i keep the nunchucks cyclical
crippled with belief that when you die it’s all blackness
but if that’s the fact i’d probably be more relaxed then
home in the city morgue, zoned by the city board
looking for a throne but my bones feeling weary lord
just a stone’s throw from a clone in a cd store
what the f-ck he did it for? tryna escape
cuz reality’ll make you put a 9 to ya face
thinking trying to relate’ll put the time in its place
keep the climb but the only thing you finding is sp-ce
when they fry you up at least they gon’ admire the taste

- nerves baddington

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