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letra de come .ii - oblo's motif

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i can’t let you
out cause you scaring the – scaring the
people i care about most ain’t really
play how i thought i composed – you

–
beared the fruit but i chose to
let you ferment up in that tree
safe from vermin un-pleasantease kept

just for me and my iris
bites snuck when hunger hits on
tight skin like a tambourine
seeing orange been annoying him been

cutting up just to fit it in caught
crinkle nose it’s sickening
sh-t don’t need no pesticides nah
i’ve decided that you need the switch

i think we need to end things

uh – flower now
facing the sun flowеr now turn around
see what you’ve done – i’m shoving that
pretty facе in that sh-t you made like a
dog with the runs

look where a b-tch had got you
dirt knees and a waist-head view of my
pitty that i press upon once you
see the checks never takes long to

embrace –
people you once had to cut cause of your
disgrace –
motive behind why you run stop and just

embrace what you run from really
end up in circles – and i
finally caught that lil’ freak messiah to weak
second i popped ya ain’t stopping the

preach – two truths that i’m living
third one i’ll make in your image so don’t try to
uh mind gaps like the british
bigger than i so praise my pen is healin’

stick it in where it don’t fit
now i’ve tried a few on some hoe sh-t
i’m tired of you tryna switch views
keep looking down like you tend to
back seat been getting me antsy
lights in the whip you be seeing in pai-
plan b you sabotagin’ for the stares
feet in the mud and still n0body care

payments to bare i still hate all your
uh- out of your league b-tch you playing pretend
by any means imma justify ends
need it like i need a hole in the head
i fear that wound ain’t been cut deep enough

picky eater don’t like the feeder that
hummingbird been – screeching out
running flat on the daily beater new
tire burn got me skrttt (hahah)

toss bags out the

whip like a b-tch tryna drop wait all on the
getaway look what that cost two hundred to
face a hole and put my b-lls in pain in my
ass like he ain’t find the prostate – no i don’t

f-ck with him – no more munch for him
quit playing those drums for him nah he
done
-don’t know the hand that be holding
i – had been the one that control it
i – focus on body and storing the
product in tight little jars til they sour and

potent

can’t tell

you bout that line –
tell her when to dot i’s like the
end of yeller – shot-gun
facing me what i left behind so i

lock eyes and c-ck that
hammer to ease all the pressure get to the
point – f-ck
uh
checked a second like-de fat man
no cl!ck what happend
push em uh – no you didn’t you never could

finish f-ck all that motion ain’t moving it
inches man f-ck what you tote – know that you’d
rather had done with a rope now you drop
soap and want me to get in it you ain’t see the

image – you’re
lying – often you’d give me those
eyes so i could go find you some
pleasure but that sh-t won’t fly no mo fo

me – no more ties now we playing for
keeps – strayed far bring you back to that
tree for a nest – built outcha bones and ya
flesh – home for the banshee repurpose ya

crest

got scared of the dot
so you
came back just to hide behind me

but
all you found was an empty body
dragged out what i live for now
put a hole in your f-cking mommy

uh – ain’t no more
pedals to pick – will they or won’t they i’m
done with this sh-t and praying this bullet
eviscerate corners of mind same place that

stowaway hid – captain the whip
you lying ain’t capping no whip i be
flying like willam the bullet just over ya
nose is where i finna point it and know i won’t

miss him –
even if my lips go numb ain’t never gon
miss him –
umbilical chord of a gun and it’s gonna

kiss him on his fore right there i was
born hands of the puppet now playing the
chords the keys in the top of the drawer-
i know

i love y-

- oblos motif

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