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letra de august pt. 1 - omega rift

[intro]
“it hits certain emotions… and… and chords. it hits certain chords.”

[verse]
yeah, yeah, yeah
there’s somethin’ bout’ the fall that gets me
autumn turns to august, still im fallin’ all the sudden
seems to not be so revolvin’, like the cycle took a spin
rewinded back and got the stoppin’, started up, reversed again
in search of change it must be callin’
all this jargon got me jagged, like my thoughts are cuttin’ up
got the time to make a cl-ssic, i’ve been runnin’ into muck
it musta mustered up my p-ssion, got a sweaty blood mixture
steadying drippin’ from my talons, i’ve been feeding off omega
who is i when no-one’s rappin’, just a vessel copacetic, when the letters runnin’ rampant
for my head is but a hostage, guess that’s why i started trappin’
caught a whiff of money burnin’, now my pocket’s full of ashes
from the seven-five-sev, where the water always murkey
where the cops be steady scheming, but the green be gettin’ pearled
nine to five or leave the city, rap, retreat, or never flourish
do not mind my death, concrete cages, too much l world lookin’ animated
i guess i’m still trippin’, ego takin’ a replacement
void ain’t filled, rift still hollow, pain still picky rather feel it out tomorrow
drama been calm, where’s the chatter when i need it?
reaper still readin’ me these lyrics from the mirror, repeated (repeated)
reaper still readin’ me these lyrics from the mirror, repeated (repeated)
how many bodies has my soul connected, took a look into the void i saw my own reflection
i guess that i had asked for this, after all is said and done, i hope this record gettin’ spun
i hope this isn’t wasted time, i hope this isn’t dragging on
i hope that this is accurate, i hope you f-cking hate my guts
i hope that you can laugh a bit, i’m actually just tryin’ take my demons to the vatican to rap with me
i’m trashy b-tch, nicotine and empty cans, cluttered cells of contraband, i’m stagnant
horsepower full drive autopilot day-drifter
still looking for her eyes, dream foggy loose picture, pick a point to get across but never really trade differs
it’s difficult to know you when you’re holding back, it’s difficult to hold me, whatchu know is matt
you’re particularly phony, i won’t call you back
i’ve been distant on my lonely play a solo act
red curtains, red carpets, red eyes
read message, still cannot reply, i’m stressing, keep my
composure unpredictable, tryna make the best move
need a queen up in my living room, chest still riddled with the nightshade
mineral diaphragm, break me down, soil it
plot the scheme, plan it out, foil it

[outro]
i remain dormant through the storm
i remain dormant through the storm

- omega rift

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