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letra de motor - prof

the only time i close my eyes is when i fall asleep\
i don’t blink, i don’t even miss my family\
i’m a 24 year old, old man, with the program, set to go man\
now that’s important to me\
new demon women, make your way over\
i don’t take care of my self until i’m hung over\
leave it all behind is a reality of mine\
when my heart burns fire, preface it is fine\
medicated, disconnected, allocated\
misdirected gampo will die sooner or later\
up all night, screaming to myself\
do i need help or is this the bed i sleep in?\
lost captain, cause action, words turn amenity\
never will i live my life stuck in parenthesis\
wanna talk to ‘im, a murderer, king pin, arson\
i wanna hear him soft spoken\
something that i’ll never have is something that i want the most\
if i can’t pedal i’ll coast\
birds sing congratulations for a good night\
hold tight, sold out show, i need some peace and quiet\
ying and bang, no yang, peeps expect the same\
prof well outside of his frame\
rich d-bags obey giants\
force feed mirror images, remain silent\
tread to get a head\
who’s the best? yackety yack, cluck, so what?!\
it all makes me wanna throw up\
i need to sit down\

[hook x2]
before i lay me down\
i’ll have my world burnt down\
i’ll have my family drown\
don’t touch my motor\

but every once in-while\
a woman touch me turn me into child\
i can fall asleep for now\[heh]
when it’s morning time\
i leave her drown\
i let her piece it out\
reasons why i’m peacin’ out\
to each his own\
i can’t relax, i can’t sit still\
i can’t stay in one spot, i’m not a pin wheel\
now others dream, i dream, i let em on the boat\
all aboard! hope that we don’t sink\
clean, meal, 2% milk\
double you, ics, pills, my memory includes spilled milk\
a mother, a cop car, a father, a porch in the summer\
tears and some handcuffs\
fifteen years later momma tell me pull my pants up\
d-mn f-ck, can’t touch, i have been p-ssed up\
swimming in the water with my hands up\
i float seven year cycle, then a wave comes\
its been seven years, i think its about time some one make one\
brave son made one, earthquake turned tsunami\
i left i shifted the plate probably, and now i’m shifting the stick\
in control i taught myself how to drive that b-tch\
i turn when i want, and now im turning away\
from friends from first grade, i leave my family for a maze\
new faces say trust me, they pop up/
they tell me they can help me, like i’m locked up\
but if it’s all said and done, before i get what i want\
let’s see if i can burn everything that counts\

[hook x4]

- prof

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