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letra de williams street - roman the writer

(intro)
all kids outta the pool!
all kids outta the pool for adults swim!

(verse 1)
adam and eve swimmin’ up in these sinful waters
from sanctified to secular to washed up on the shore
went and poisoned the plum, the passion, it’s rotten to the core
you’re inviting the dead, demons are knocking at your door
knock, knock! who’s there? it’s a batch of fresh nightmares!
might scare these little tykes out their white wears
nothin’ but cry-tears for the next five years
ya sanity’s off thе air until the son/sun is rising
it’ll leave you with an odd futurе, no loiter squad
black jesus, black dynamite, black everything in sight
the truth might make you shiver. colder than touches, tender, that–
your pretty face is going to h-ll!
no superjail, writing bars in my cell
making monsters out of mice; meltin’ ice, swimmin’ in ounces of 12
well it’s mostly 4 millenials, but totally for teens
aqua-force of fiends. yolo crystal fantasy
no medicine, methamphetamine

these shows got the best of me!
really shaped my identity. predetermined my destiny
television affected me mentally
started off as a secret then accidentally turned into a necessity!
back in elementary, i was just a kid
who wanted to be a celebrity, putting lyrics to melodies
chillin’ where all the legends be: nas, jay, and kanye
now i want nothing more than to be on eric andre!

(pre-chorus)
scream and shout
my pillow’s red from bleeding out
i’m almost dead
living h-ll; look in the mirror
and ask yourself “what are we watching?”
(chorus)
children swim with the grownups
they won’t drown ’cause the kids are afraid of death
drugs and diamonds are all they know
might choke on the smoke, ’cause there’s nothing left but
lovely allure ‘fore slumber
harmonies of guns and thunder
hold your breath as everything around you shatters
seems like nothing really matters

(verse 2)
now here i am, age 1-6 (right?)
dead b-tterflies in my stomach like i’m asia (nasty!)
hurting feelings, i am disgusted!
sick of what the world is feeding me
it’s more lyin’ than lovin’
all our insides are dark
but no one wants to discuss it
hush it! young strands turning to gray
takin’ everything we learned in life and burn it in flames
just to be entertained. instant gratification
satisfied for a moment. we’re proud of being complacent

poppin’ xannies to breathe. blazin’ mary’s for sustenance
cocaina for comfort ‘cause we do not get enough of it
hundreds of youngins discoverin’ the solace in substances
set the bar really high before we slumber right under it
under the sea, under the deep blue
under the pitch black where the demons can see you
they just wanna torture, they don’t really need you
the eyes are wide open! this ain’t nothin’ to sleep through!
downward spiral, down to die for
your false idols for the final
no more smiles for a while
color blue from your head to your feet
wild child in denial
why this style? d-mned if i know
toddler’s title has been defiled
all because he lives on williams street

(pre-chorus)
scream and shout;
my pillow’s red from bleeding out
i’m almost dead
living h-ll, look in the mirror
and ask yourself “what are we watching?”

(post-chorus)
pull in, betty, hook up!
betty, betty, betty, betty!
foots and neck, know where you are!
two, three, four, five, six, straight legs!
kick back, back, back, back
back, back, back, back
back, back, back, back
back, back, back, back

(bridge)
wild child in denial
why this style? d-mned if i know
toddler’s title has been defiled
all because he lives on williams street
wild child in denial
why this style? d-mned if i know
toddler’s title has been defiled
all because he lives on williams street

(chorus)
children swim with the grownups
they won’t drown ’cause the kids are afraid of death
drugs and diamonds are all they know
might choke on the smoke, ’cause there’s nothing left but
lovely allure ‘fore slumber
harmonies of guns and thunder
hold your breath as everything around you shatters
seems like nothing really matters anymore
children swim with the grownups
they won’t drown ’cause the kids are afraid of death
drugs and diamonds are all they know
might choke on the smoke, ’cause there’s nothing left but
lovely allure ‘fore slumber
harmonies of guns and thunder
hold your breath as everything around you shatters
seems like nothing really matters anymore

- roman the writer

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