letra de castro - riley beatss & sk8 2toxic
dead bird on the porch, omen in the feathers
i was writin’ with a tremor, tryna mimic something better
they don’t get the message, knots in my lecture
spoke in morse with a cough, whole sentence need a stretcher
sleep off balance, dreams come gritty
i was raised on rot, now i rhyme too shifty
ashtray logic, puffed through the guilt
pop’s voice in the fridge where the silence built
mind in a cast, couldn’t flex for the clout
allergic to the smiles, what’s that grin about?
chip on my tooth, bit down on the stress
every line got a limp, i don’t rap like the rest
verse 2:
blistered hands in a bag full of truths
they was handing out masks, i just tightened my noose
missed meals made the stomach talk sl!ck
now i’m cookin’ with the pain, stir it slow with a bic
flashbacks glitchin’—frame skip on the lens
talked to the mirror, didn’t recognize friends
i been drownin’ in a thought, tryna paddle through the static
all these lines too jagged, can’t package ‘em as magic
taped up soul, still leak through the seams
felt peace once—woke up, it was a dream
cracked screen prophet, thumbing through static
lost in the loop where the trauma feel automatic
tongue too sharp, couldn’t chew on the grace
so i spit what i lived, now they quote outta place
no cape, just a hoodie with the drawstrings frayed
and a voice full of rust that the reverb played
rust in my chest, lungs wheeze through the silence
scr-pe truth off the walls like dried-up violence
memory’s a maze, took the wrong left twice
now i’m loopin’ through the past, tryna splice my life
f-ckas say pray, i just stared at the faucet
drip kept time, like the clock held hostage
shoebox logic, crumpled up pride
didn’t cry at the funeral—my eyes too tied
verse 2:
bas-m-nt thoughts, mold growin’ on the verse
i sleep in my hoodie, still smellin’ the dirt
flinch at the light, but i beg for the warmth
i been diggin’ through grief tryna sharpen the form
ate shame with the crust, washed it down with regret
told myself jokes, but i ain’t laugh yet
i ghost in the mirror, fogged up from the breath
if i vanish tomorrow, would they call it a death?
outro:
tears dried in the folds of my pillowcase
stains spell scripts i ain’t tryna erase
i been scribblin’ wounds, tryna rhyme out the pain
but the beat just loops and the lines don’t change
letras aleatórias
- letra de travis scott - marked for deletion
- letra de slow-mo - chewy
- letra de дисишки - thuggme
- letra de paint your face - june of 44
- letra de чужим (unfamiliar) - fifth hunter
- letra de хаос в голове (chaos in the head) [skit] - yung h1ppa
- letra de heaven sent - allô tonton
- letra de trance/aesthetic - mxnashe
- letra de esa mujer - centauros
- letra de i hate home - dstni