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letra de cliche - rabbit

where i’m growing on
when i’m growing on
these mourning sun this
morning thought just
made me low and f-cking
cliche

here i’m throwing on
and i’m rolling on
these warning gun this
warming doubt just
made me go f-cking cliche !

(verse 1)

twenty first century is h-tting still i cliche !
when i’m with my paper and pen but i cliche !

then i trouble my lobe to write sto-ri-o- de jerio
to tokyo i’m roaming for motivation
to go for free or 4-3-2-1 but i trip
realize all i did is i cliche
feels like i’m going down on my mind inclined thought got slipped
from every line to cherry wine i had on dinner time
to my bed slipping my vibe from head
form a stagnate to keep away from the best on the west
i move to get the east
for what i did i get the bread with yeast
black magic , white priest , jesus people , dream a recess is all i need so peace to god and a piece of though is a wisdom bliss
got quick before life stick a motherf-cking d-ck and me another sucking ball pr-ck

hook

verse 2

wanna be a dark knight of this dark night following insomic dream i’m being patroling for thoughts ressurection
i’m dreaming but got inception
living for a better momentum
end up in situation of memento
i’ve been in a fight club , all the nigh pulp
fiction got me straight f-cking high up
like the no light up in shaw shank redemption
i’m trapped on this shutter island of misconception
rejection f-cks , erection sucks , this happen enough b-tch !
spit the pac hit , bizz is pocket , kiss the cl-ssic sh-t i’m rocky
wanna lick diamond but i skipped the diving
round around f-cking around like i’ve been
sucking this weed of cliche like some needle got pr-cked i never quit on some sh-t
a desert a eagle and splatter or evil
weather illegal to set-a seed-of
thought and a script of best they can ever have for any sequel
a region of reason like freedom of speech i deliver
with speed i paint this picture
and a color blind could see
i believe this cliche is just mixing
puzzle you’re free to scribble it to get a figure
hit em with drinks like i flip water in liquor
drips of crimson oil from lips
i’m solving my style yes i was soft for a while
now i’m revolving veil proportionally
like i was selling mirror to blind a irony
but now i’m rewinding my rhymes my mind finally
destination hit haters cutting em diagonally
i’m raising my head when sky is limit b-tch !

- rabbit

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