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letra de sing about me (remix) - pronown

[hook: pr-nown]
when the lights shut off
and it’s my turn to settle down
my main concern
promise that you will sing about me
promise that you will sing about me

when the lights shut off
and it’s my turn to settle down
my main concern
promise that you will sing about me
promise that you will sing about me

[verse 1: pr-nown]
these dudes are laughing and having a f-cking riot
when they p-ss me past these cl-sses and actually i’m crying but laughter
is just a mask that i wear to relax the p-ssengers of the plane
that i am piloting although it’s crashing
so please fasten your seatbelts and please brace for impact
they ain’t embraced me as an emcee cuz my voice and braces
impacted the gravity of my rapping can’t grasp it the whole time
grabbing the throttle of this plane, about to nosedive
moving from house to house agitation bagging my clothes
the way this life has gone i should rock some tags on my toes
i feel myself dragging my soul over the coals as i
stand on my broken soles dragging tokes of another smoke and i hope
you sing about me cause every time that i’m ashing a cancer stick
the reaper’s plan is to twist me till i’m p-ssing
and imagine if every single person’s pain they held within
was made with razors to a canvas wrist as painted on their skin

[hook: pr-nown]

[verse 2: pr-nown]
i met a girl who said she loved me
i believed it cuz life can be quite deceiving
when you’re enticed by these demons
it’s seeming they need your s-m-n
’til inviting them to sleep and as soon as your eyelids
fall they rise and they are leaving
that’s why i’m skeptical of getting girls on my t-st-cl-s
scored a dime and i’m completely too cheap to let her go
so many people sleeping on me, melatonin
my girl doesn’t even sing but i hope that she’s tonin’
proposing to sing about me when i’m in another world
i get distracted by this music but i want no other girl
but the devil is shredding my skin and i start to bleed
and exactly how would you react if that devil was me
and if i begin to disappear without a trace don’t erase me
i pray you remember this face cuz this story is about you on this treble and b-ss…(fades out)

[outro: pr-nown]
you
the word “you”, in its english spelling, begins with a “y”
as in “why am i already falling so fast
i feel as though i am caught in a trap
i want to love her but will it really last”
and that’s only the first letter
the second letter is “o”, as in
“oh, what is that? you feel the same way?
you’re confessing your feelings for me here today?
you’ll be the girl that will actually stay?”
and so i believed it
and thus it all ended with “u”
it all boiled down to “u”
“u” stood for
“you hate me? you think you’re better off alone?
you want to change the number to your phone?
you think that i should move on and just go?”
and so i had to
but i never really did
throughout the day
the sun would shine down with a radiance that
cut through the winter sky
which could only compare to your cerulean blue eyes
which had gazed upon me with l-st and satisfaction
oh so many times before
throughout the night, the wind screamed your name
through my mind time and time again
until as it wept, so did i
the snow crunching underneath my feet
could only be likened to the sound of breaking bones
and shattering gl-ss vases which once kept the
flowers that bloomed inside my heart so alive and well
your bones too had been broken
for the demons you battled enjoyed making melodies
while using your slowly protruding ribcage as a xylophone
the walls of your skull as a drum kit
and your wrists as a violin
bringing a razor-sharp, cold metal bow down
and as each note is played
a tear is shed in silence
only to fall to the floor along with
a drop of blood to be wiped up and forgotten
much like i once was
and to cope with being alone, i would try to write
but because you had starved yourself
until you were as light as a feather
you had supplied yourself as the quill to my thoughts
and i could only write of you
you
3 letters and an infinite meaning
it is said that a picture is worth a thousand words
but i could write that word out one thousand times
and the likes of van gogh could not paint
a picture so beautifully tragic
i could go blind tomorrow
yet i would still see you smiling
i could go deaf, and yet i would hear you
as you had once laughed with me on many occasions
i could lose my sense of taste
and yet i would still be able to taste your lips
pressed against mine in a p-ssionate embrace
that ended abruptly
i could forget my entire vocabulary
and yet i would still remember you
because you is no longer just a word for me
you are eternity

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