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letra de bruiser bb - otis mensah

[chorus]
i got the juice for the gallows
i’m chewing my marrow
i move through these harrow times
i’m cutting loose of my shadow
i’m loosing my hallow
my tool and my battle cry
i’m just a fool for a shallow spine
loving my charlatans
precious and terrified
living my truth like a narrow lie
shoot i’m a parasite
aloof with no alibi

[verse]
shaking off the bondage and the sombreness
looking like the bottom of the ocean but a botanist
who you frolic with, i don’t need your promises
do not put me in your box, baby i’m not your monolith
eat your dominance, i ain’t move comma quick
but trying to move your consciousness
i’m living where the sorrow’s thick
throwing petrol on the flame, i ain’t your apologist
my guise looking like a colour-coded fly communist
life movе quicker than a thief in the night
but i know dеath ain’t nothing but a sleep in the dark
i can see you move your feet to the times
when it creep up it looking like a beast when it bark
uhh uhh baby why you look at me like a knife
or a crease in the sky or some t–th in your arm
swear there’s nothing left to see so i rise with the trees
got my eyes on the peak when it spark
yeah yeah
[chorus]
i got the juice for the gallows
i’m chewing my marrow
i move through these harrow times
i’m cutting loose of my shadow
i’m loosing my hallow
my tool and my battle cry
i’m just a fool for a shallow spine
loving my charlatans
precious and terrified
living my truth like a narrow lie
shoot i’m a parasite
aloof with no alibi

i bruise to easily
i bruise to easily
i bruise to easily yeah
what do you see in me
i want you deep in me
don’t want you deeping me yeah
you can not be with me
its nothing secretly
there’s no more grief in me yeah
sticking your t–th in me
deep in the greeze with me
i got a leech on me, eating me
[verse]
yo i bruise too easy
all the debris in the sheets with me
easing my blues, you my eulogy
oceans and moons that meet
egrets that fly out cocoons
while the goons asleep
winter is here and it’s slewing me
yo nothing is new to me
i hold the coffin inside a cacophony
offerings of offerings of folly and jewellery
pray that the fruit from the sun come and soothe our grief
ooze on me yeah

- otis mensah

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