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letra de insomnia - q prodigal

i watch the sunrise then set on the same day
shadows in my closet got me walking with a strange face
sleep is never often, grab my coffin just to play it safe
preying like a hawk up at your altar, got my bread straight
my childhood calling, i ain’t stalling, i just missed it
nostalgic dreams of waking up where bacon in the kitchen
mommy bought the bisquick out, daddy never present
n-gga who gone do the dishes now, i hope that he regret this sh-t
when i blow don’t call my phone, i ain’t answering
my mind too stuck in loops i jump through hoops as sick as cancer is
i don’t need your hooing nor your booing, i’m not no cancer kid
i just need sadity b-tches with big titties that’s looking pretty, smoking cancer sticks
even in my most depressed days i’m still dancin’ b-tch
yuh

[diana voicemail]

these n-ggas not sh-t to me
sleep depravation got ya boy hallucinating but i think it’s okay because these sh-ts really epiphanies
my third eye open so i know whats really meant for me
the fog start to clear now i’m seeing sh-t vividly
the ships in my path cause it’s half of my history
i been through the storms but it must’ve been the eye
cause this sh-t was f-cking easy, just to make it out alive

these industry f-cks want me for my talent, don’t wanna pay me
they don’t give a f-ck ’bout us look, what they did to amy
caught me in a contract
the 13th amendment blowing whistles every time i’m tryna make some f-cking contact
i’m losing sleep, and i ain’t got no sheep to count
my n-gga woe is me
come and talk, i’ll cry for you like i was jodeci
i paint you pictures of fame and fortune cause hopefully
my n-gga, i escape all this pain and torture or go to sleep
i’m too depressed so i’m drinking often
my methods of being honest
just made me a wanted target but s-xually
i embrace it cause that might just be the recipe
my destiny calling, these n-ggas wait to meet satan in the morning
i fight my demon’s head on, i couldn’t take all the sp-wning
but who you really care for, girl ya passion is ass
we don’t walk the same path unless we passing the grass
i got some cess to roll up and alcohol in the back
but that’s for special girls cause i gotta see if you last
i spend my nights in a daze and my days getting high
some times i’m having fun usually i’m getting by
i been sad for so long there ain’t no faking it now
i stay adjacent from the hatred and just weigh all my pounds
i love applauds too much, it’s hard for me to stay from the crowds
i been going for so-

- q prodigal

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