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letra de moonsugar - nova9

[verse l:jesus h. macy]

writing ballads on the hotel scallops we was living off
chopped ramen and ceasar salads
while chopping the instrumentals
that’s bumping inside yo mental
i call it prophecy
some say it’s coincidental
(i don’t believe it)
k!lled myself to resurrect like a phoenix
sent a holy tape but did you receive it
or didn’t wanna believe it
drove the delorian right off the scenic
hit the bottom then found the peace that i needed
(cause i need that)
blue eyes mirror the blue skies
the secret lives of wives
your smile is a disguise
i couldn’t see through it
i know i should’ve knew
but couldn’t face it
now just wanna erase it
we chase the dreams
till they hit the pavement
others palm trees till they nice and faded
to be loved or hated
under or overrated
i would rather be sedated if i’m being honest
then at least i can keep a promise
(clean my conscience )

[verse ll: grimes]
cross my heart and keep it locked up in a prison
but we absconded
i’m scared of songs i written when i was a teenage long hair
can’t look back keep facing forward stay on track
money fame and fortune (and a kid)
yeah i want that
forget the past, done with nostalgia like im blonde frank
hop on a track just to tell you that i want ya back
the problems that most of my peers seem think my songs are whack
or maybe body dysmorphia morphed into a form of self loathing manifesting itself in my songs
quit the sh-t hit the bong
big smoke the best there ever was
everquest grindin you’ll never get to the level i’m on (b-tch)

[verse lll:ccioli]

sh-t i’d be a fool if i didn’t expect haters
but i’d be confused if the homie protect traitors
honest as iago, peel of the next layer
they the the sh-t from the side they spectators
spit apex nonetheless we collect paper
up next we are if you contest , stay the
f-ck out my way
i ain’t gon give you the time of my day
i don’t waste my energy on those with more complaints than legs on centipedes
make up yo mind , you can’t live on the fence
no such thing as immigrants , we are all occupants
i infiltrate the government and leak all the doc-ments
in the process get lost and burn racist monuments
all the ones standing
send them a script with some benjamin franklins
greasy politics all the morals abandoned
is it too late for some reprogramming
is it too late for a little troubleshooting
should we even try cause this sh-t seem like a nuisance
i ain’t gotta talk cause my raps stay proving
oh my god , this sh-t go round and round like b-tches hula hoopin

- nova9

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