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letra de court jester effigy - saint sleep

[verse: saint sleep]
chivalry is dead
i kicked the chair right out from underneath the noose
i’m falling off and giving into visions like i’m raoul duke
a shaky voice leave my ears soaking wet
whispering “sleep, you so delusional, what you want is so impossible”
tell me what it’s like to mop remains of me
out a rustic pressurized tank
my body fat is seeping out the ceiling
and your clique is lining up to get a slice
hunched over digging into organs
here’s a lunch menu, welcome to the donor gardens
if you want advice, i say you take a bite of my flailing frontal lobe
[hook: saint sleep]
i been tryna gеt my life together
listеn and they laugh like i’m a court jester
kick me in the chest then kick me once again while i’m down
frowning at me while i’m dripping like a deep fryer

[verse: saint sleep, biv & ]
yuh (yuh)
yuh, i don’t owe you sh-t
all my time get forced a bit
don’t like how you fit
backpack off my d-ck, huh, huh, (huh)
(huh)
but the walls i put up are just leaking through the cracks
peek between them and our eyes finally make contact (yeah)
said my peace, please don’t feed your pain to me
life’s a b-tch with one speed on her knees
tryna make that b-tch do as i please (huh)
it’s so curious indeed
there’s so much for you to see
but we burn after we read (read, yuh)
so afraid to meet you all and shake your hands
endless sea of tiny soldiers with a horde of swords
my heart is beating faster than it ever has before
they crawling up my nostril tugging on my vocal cords
wanting more know they can’t be satisfied
never asked for an opinion, just to fit in (what)
crowds that never listen, all just fall into addiction (hey)
whether money, power, or prescription (yeah)
b- b-, boy, you just a drop inside the mission
[biv]
b-tch, goodbye said what i said
never speakin’ out of spite
i just know the kind i like
it’s a’ight, a’ight (it’s a’ight)

[hook]
i been tryna get my life together
listen and they laugh like i’m a court jester
kick me in the chest then kick me once again while i’m down
frowning at me while i’m dripping like a deep fryer
i been tryna get my life together
listen and they laugh like i’m a court jester
kick me in the chest then kick me once again while i’m down
frowning at me while i’m dripping like a deep fryer

[biv]
yeah, yuh, yuh
i leave the stains and the stamp
and riddle with my hands
to give me better chance
to get my family they demands
was taught to be a man, was taught to be a
brought the money, made it make some cents
proud as f-ck, goin’ be proud of us
f-ck who i was that p-ssy never f-ckin’ jumped
f-ck who you know, b-tch, where you from? (what?)
comin’ for your blood, grip the nuts, b-tch, what’s up?
y’all goin’ be the first to ride up on my nuts (huh)
b-tch, what’s up? b-tch, what’s up? b-tch, what’s up? (what?)
y’all goin’ be the first to ride up on my nuts
b-tch, what’s up?
b-tch, what’s up? b-tch, what’s up? (what?)

- saint sleep

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