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letra de cat eyed boy - psychic seppuku

chorus: i’m the cat eyed boy, yeah (x3)

verse 1: wrote a verse when i even got no hook for this sh-t, eyes wider than me and jae straight faced hitting l!cks, green haired vixens are looking and are sticken by my appearance cause i staggered in with the swagger of a radical goth kid, happiness is relative, p-ss the soma sedative, fixed on the fixation of flows smoother than laxatives, thrashing harder than white kids smoking meth than yaking it, laughing cause the episode actually took place by accident, i’m breaking bad, and look dj santi is sad but hes coppin the new golf w-ng tee’s like its fad, wearing gucci bucket hats being compared to f-gs and repping stussy so hes the -n-logy of a cat, im a f-cking p-ssy, so please keep f-cking pushing me because eventually go out and commit psychic seppuku dream peacefully of night terrors for a day or two and no one would care because hes a f-cking loser too

chorus (x2)

verse 2: oh my god can you believe it? he’s trying to be like tyler and hes not close to succeeding. and he’s slowly going crazy but runs in his genes, and hes trying so hard he went and bought purple skinny jeans, he wants to be like based god so he goes out sippin lean and and now everything is purple mixed with a shade of evergreen, his tumblr is faker than green tea mixed in with sweet and low, his pops gots some silverware but he ain’t even eating tho, hes scared of f-cking up so he copies gambino, white chicks p-ssing by screaming out “f-cking cochino!”, rapping so -censored- girls can meet up and give him the sucky sucky, lucky b-st-rd just earned 3005 pokemoney, nerv headquarters made me to be the new vessel, to hustle and bustle inside of santi’s little brain, see its like he has friend but really hes insane but won’t admit and so goes out and hides away pain his cat eyes, you can see it in his cat eyes, he looks like hes having fun but really hes having a bad time, all he thinks about his nighty nighty night time and hes nuttier than nutella paved across the golden the night sky. my god why do you even try?
shut up…
my god why don’t you go and f-cking die…
i said shut the f-ck up!

- psychic seppuku

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