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letra de the lost art of giving a fuck - nopvnics

[verse 1: yung dweller]
run it back (back)
flipping, i run the trap (trap)
snorting up all the pills
i been smoking on oddly sack (sack)
suicide in my thoughts (thoughts)
thinking i’m better off dead (dead)
running around the block
i tried to listen to what you’ve said
all i ever hear is the demons
telling me that “this sh-t has no reason” (yeah)
got me, draining the blood from my wrist (wha)
no sh-t, i’m thinking of dying out easy, uh
watching the blood from the river, codeine in my liver
and i’m out in the cold and the rain (wha)
but, i’m too hot to go shiver, i never had someone
to give me the gain, with no pain, i am going insane

[verse 2: $lim hill]
whipping that bl–dy red chevy
right down to thе ferry
commencing a burial (wha)
30 round popped in thе choppa
i’m sending ’em up
turn this b-tch into gaza (grrah)
blood on my collar, i’m sending armadas to send ’em
all up to meet allah, i’m bringing
the ruckus and causing a problem
choppa like bonam, your b-tch on the bottom (tutututututu)
raise up my hands, i’m conducting a plague
fill the skies with the fire and silence the rain
b-tch, i’m shackling jesus in chains to be thrown in
the lake, show his chest to the tip of my blade
throw this b-tch in a grave
throw this codeine inside of a cup and get sipping
i feel like my pappy ass dragging and limping
razor blade slitting my wrist bl–dy dripping
that glock to me temple scream, pow-pow-pow-pow
[verse 3: benzozilla]
you’re hopeless, i’m reckless (hopeless, reckless)
bl–dy vans on, i’m faceless (i’m faceless)
cutting my wrist, nah, cashing my checks, yeah (nah, nah)
baby, my magazine’s endless (yeah, yeah, yeah)
filling my mouth full of blood (blood)
my life’s a drag through the mud (mud)
ripple effect is distorting my brain
oh my god, i’ma pop some champagne
please tie me, then lock me (ah)
throw the key and leave me (oh no)
i’m crazy, i’m ghastly (ghastly)
did some mistakes, never pass me
saying goodbye to the lies
cutting my soul then i die
becoming a ghost that is hiding in attic
be snorting coke, n0body knows that i’m an addict (die)

[outro]
через час те из вас кто останется в живых
будут завидовать мертвым

- nopvnics

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