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letra de sentiments - plainspoke

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verse
bought a line of bullsh-t from the flies, discounted ufo’s
to focus on what never arrived, caught the sneakers by the soles
you’ve got the eye for the syllable but all you seem to know
is how to dive from the principle, to sign on the dots

i’ve got the lines lined up, so walk the nine paces slow
i mean if i’ve got the luck, you must’ve f-cked up the flow
i’ve got to fly like the ducks gone south for the snow
couple up a couple months and they won’t give you what you owe

so the prose has broken both of us, sewing up the slopes
she wants cocaine, you rogaine the patches that are slow
i bought my own name, it’s lonely, just living on the lows
i’ve got a codename, this plainspoke is choking on the smoke

but you’ve been g-ngb-nged by husband’s half the size of your deduction
run a train on that -ssumption, figure out how you can function
in the junction of change, never settle for the same something
running out of lanes, i gotta lay out the ace up in

hook
i’m here for the bonus check, here for the benefits
here for the gold, and there goes all my penmanship
odes to impediments, been shown up by the penniless
i told them what i know, and then they hold all the sentiments

verse 2
hold on to that routine, eat at wendy’s for the umpteenth time
the oldies are the newbies, just repeating what you keep in mind
less duty for the crews left by leaving my receipts aside
i see you’re not alluding, not approving of my decent life

been the bye bye since i sang the lullaby buy
you the time to nullify the finer points of alibis
abide by the fine lines between the sp-ces i decide
i spin the gazes over days left to give the side eye

pin the tape on the wall with the winds and the fails
every man up top gotta chase a white whale
sinaloa finna lay low, man been shown all the sales
still living on the ship, going nowhere but the mail

got the sh-tshows flipping all the channels on the cable
dvr making sure you know the kings of the stale
sipping on the mugshot and sitting at the table
rubbing hands with buckshot, all that evidence will pale

hook
i’m here for the bonus check, here for the benefits
here for the gold, and there goes all my penmanship
odes to impediments, been shown up by the penniless
i told them what i know, and then they hold all the sentiments

- plainspoke

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