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letra de daily bread - roach

ugh gotta get us this day our daily bread…

verse 1

skin ticket with the season on lock/
wicked within reason i’m not i go for the head with every shot/
spriggen from the frigging parking lot flippant entrance don’t forget the gigawatt/
(what?)
stricken when the minions talk half wicken playing chicken with the will of god/
man its odd walk half a block to punch a time clock for what feels like an eon/
pile on the slop what a load of shlock i knock boots under neon
half c-cked off to top his last shot the plans not/
for the faint of heart its a grizzly fog/
paint lines that resemble art didn’t take him long/
ticket for an of evening of my mind is blown/
sticker on the table reads man i know
ugh gotta get us this day our daily bread

verse 2

no need to come to close to me. i smoke roachweed/
till my eyes redder then redeyedwide/
tight together like venetian blinds/
my life line is more like two different incorrect gang signs/
took a different path carve a ribcage into windchimes/
lit cigarettes i pantomime some sin city detet/
all black and white greyscale most miss the fine details/
lack of life pray tell go ghost in mist of blood and entrails/
i’m a worst case scenario/
mr no milk with his cheerios
morning breath and death metal on the stereo/
(whoa)
i never shave so the signal must be fuzzy/just
cause he does doesn’t mean he does does it?
i wasn’t sure at first but i swear the voices get louder/
when the stomach growls and i always seem more/
entranced when the full moon makes the wolves howl and dance/

ugh gotta get us this day our daily bread…

verse 3
took to task just bask in this/ doing backflips over basilisks to make basket/back to back yelling kobe
not a holy one but mama i’m yo only one/
homie i’m mr lonely meets mr misery
/an imperfect synergy/ i’mma need a minute take a sip/
then back to attack at the neck like a wild beast/
yack for the black out been about a week/
i’m just a vessel for some ancient evil/
i’m the binger of bad oaths/
the bringer of dead goats /
we were so close oh homie i know/
phantasm of broken atoms hoping the spasm open up/
negligence over nepotism brah/
f-ck a focus group i’m just a list of missed social cues/
layered with hopeful youth turn to angst when ya introduce/
a little truth what is a kid to do? but

get us this day our daily bread

verse 4

what it cost no flex/or rolex so the beat might die on my watch/
these texts get a bit negligent carry on with my thoughts/ subtext and a crude vex i burry the whole spot/
main b-tch ain’t a maine b-tch and sh-t she thick as the plot/
gets and she likes being tied but she no hostage stop./

- roach

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