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letra de mot persimmon - oshen (usa)

[intro]
you don’t need a mot persimmon
you should see how you treat women
you don’t need a mot persimmon
you should see how you treat women
atomic bombs are falling down again
and i don’t need a friend
i don’t need a friend
atomic bombs are falling down again

[verse 1]
we all talk about the same sh-t
in the same place
no sp-ceship
got a different headsp-ce
in another place, b-tch
headstones lined up in a graveyard
sittin’ under same stars
by the playground and a gay bar
radar sending mixed signals like a gengar
ghost me, haunt me
ima feel the same sharp
pain in my chest, like an icicle of death
it’ll melt away and drip inside the cavity, i guess our
feelings may have changed
and we may have hit the gas too hard
take a break, take a hit, take a shot, take a bar
kevlar chest plate keep me safe from the automatic r
but the onpour still leave a scar
[bridge 1]
atomic bombs are falling down again (you don’t need a mot persimmon, you should see how you treat women)
and i don’t need a friend (you don’t need a mot persimmon, you should see how you treat women)
i don’t need a friend (you don’t need a mot persimmon, you should see how you treat women)
atomic bombs are falling down again (you don’t need a mot persimmon, you should see how you treat women)

[verse 2]
i don’t really wanna talk
i don’t really wanna pass this grass to the side
ima keep it to myself like the feelings i hide
under classroom desk one little bear cries
he don’t wanna go home to a fresh bombsite
little bear gotta be brave, gather up his might
stood up on his chair and he ain’t going down without a fight
little bear get down, little bear don’t fight
said the teacher as he blew up on a cold nairobi night

[bridge 2]
you don’t need a mot persimmon
you should see how you treat women
you don’t need a mot persimmon
you should see how you treat women
atomic bombs are falling down again

[verse 1 repeated]
we all talk about the same sh-t
in the same place
no sp-ceship
got a different headsp-ce
in another place, b-tch
headstones lined up in a graveyard
sittin’ under same stars
by the playground and a gay bar
radar sending mixed signals like a gengar
ghost me, haunt me
ima feel the same sharp
pain in my chest, like an icicle of death
it’ll melt away and drip inside the cavity, i guess our
feelings may have changed
and we may have hit the gas too hard
take a break, take a hit, take a shot, take a bar
kevlar chest plate keep me safe from the automatic r
but the onpour still leave a scar

- oshen usa

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