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letra de spits - samiir saunders

[intro]
you’re listening to station 103.7
it’s 2:14am, the roads are empty -empty -empty -empty
-empty -empty -empty -empty
maybe you feel it too
they say only certain people can hear it

[verse]
i spit like i’ve not slept at all
i spit like less is more
i spit patchouli and petrichor
i spit like a crescent sword
drip the sabre on the fabriano paper
300gsm wasn’t heavy enough to ferry the weight of the flavours
i drift in decibels
i split the hadrons in the atoms
radioactive chemicals, i sweat them all
you’re looking skeptical
like you’ve never heard a metaphor
let me introduce you to the metamorphosis
when all of this is falling to bits, who do you call?
it’s autumnal
i mean, we ought to make sure
i recall a quarter of what you said before
something about not needing to deep it
like, “can we please take a breather?”
i asked if you’re leaving, you said you were never here
i met the tears with a mental fearlessness
tried to remember my affirmations
“i’m kind to myself”
“i’m proud of myself”
“i love who i have become”
the words dripped like bloodstained toothpaste
i think i’d believe them if the beat went harder
and if the cadence hit a bit more
so i decided to spit

- samiir saunders

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