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letra de hearse. - reg mason

-verse-
happy birthday to me
melodic mason made it to 17
i’m in a maze like every other week
i’m hoping i peek
before death, lived n peril
burdens stuck in my genes
similarities between me and you if you can’t believe
never impromptu being personal
persevere all i’m pursuing with the muses and the music
i be rotating all hours
sweet kid but the world confirmed that i am sour
bands low, nike sandals, wanted a band, yo
used to be in hardcore, pop-punk, and then skateboarding
late for the one’s who -ssume i won’t incise your aorta
never took a order from anyone
i’m just a mulie making movie audio clips just for fun
not for nothing, wrists stay clean
i was born in the aids scene
a parable, not comparable in the nj scene
fought my depression just to wake up in the morning
soph-m-re year was the worst of my life
now i’m still bawling…crying, sobbing
i remember them soccer tees
never wanted to do sports man, i ain’t no one’s apostrophe
pay a fee or pay for my food
i’m tryna make $1,200 just to pay for my room
sleeping with bedbugs in the cushion, couldn’t i lose?
wasn’t until january, i was popping a fuse
i almost lost myself twice
reggie barely got ripe
there was a period where i had to carry two knives
waterworks in my system, i been sipping on bad luck
lostworld almost killed me
i had to p-ss up
was about art then it was about popping n-gg-s
so worked up, man, how i never got so malicious
seeming like every month, i gotta write just to keep me living
in a blue zone, false claiming had me livid
visions about lez’s visuals playing in the garden
got a goddess adjacent to me making sure i’m solid
suddenly i’m a life-saver
who am i caring?
this for uncle jeff, uncle stan, and for uncle darren
jackie and lester, sure wish that i would’ve met you
and when i grow old, i ain’t suffering from dementia
willie and daisy; met you grandma when i was young
when you p-ssed i nearly coughed up a healthy lung
it’s h-ll on earth on every day
running my n-gg-s astray
pulling up into a skrrt
lifting up into her skirt

-hook-
falling for you in a he-rs-
obituary’s a b-tch
to read about your life, my heart is cease and desist
you deceased and f-ck you for the pain, dog
you don’t know how much a tear took
rip liz. b-tch -ss n-gg-s ain’t even put her in the yearbook
-verse 2-
vapors in the fumes
v. vixen got some beats to abuse
babylon in bonchon, i go some cheese to pursue
percolating, creating statements with no soul in the room
-ssault to the ears, ya buffoon
i finally f-cked me a comma in views
motherf-ckers think this sh-t just gonna fall in their palm
god is not zero, all that you get is i’m spitting; napalm
pretty blue, f-cking up and its proof
you ain’t meeting ju, sav, jacob, sean, frantz, danni…far from the list

obituary’s a b-tch
to read about your life, my heart is cease and desist
you deceased and f-ck you for the pain, dog
you don’t know how much a tear took
rip liz. b-tch -ss n-gg-s ain’t even put her in the yearbook

i’m f-cking mad, i’m f-cking p-ssed
you n-gg-s static, i am rich and dynamic
n-gg-s getting comfortable, why bruh?
acting like i won’t turn your f-cking cap to a visor
we sitting in symmetry like what the f-ck could divide us?
die son, i’m a bison. in and out, like you is bi, son
bout to tie son and pull a tyson
more like bars off to mercury and f-ck y’all if y’all n-gg-s ever think that y’all hurting me
i thought y’all know that by now. no, i ain’t childish gambino, thought y’all know that by now
no, me nd ginny never beefing, thought y’all know that by now
yes its vw season
tought y’all know that by now
thanks to my future mrs. afro puffs, i kept my mouth so longly shut that i forgot what i’m about
flip you off in every route
you ain’t sonning me today
wear my brother’s clothes still
even my -ss could pay a $40 phone bill

- reg mason

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