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letra de bars 2.0 - sawbé

sawbé: verse 1

meant to make it, then say latent
quiet with the rhythm, yeah, i crave it
gonna make this system my b-tch
raking in that sh-t till i lynch
making sh-t out of squat, smoking blunt with some thots
pass me like 20 more shots
f-ck it i think i should rot
f-cked up with it i’m choking, toking sh-t left unspoken?

gotta thank the devil as he took it up another level
and i’m at it with the sickness witness
till your left not blinkin’ thinkin’ this sh-ts got me crazy, insane
but i promise that i’m not haven’t forgot, f-ck a thought, i’m a mess
dwellin’ with the past but relaxin’, as i sit back on that f-ckin’ kraken
still alive, but am i? smokin’ tokin’ til i’m f-ckin’ dead i rely heavily on thе chronic an alcoholic
symbolic and diabolical threats are biological
voodoo with the hair folliclе

alcohol numbs the brain keeps us from going insane
who’s to blame? take a name, call it
luck, causing of f-ckin’ ruck, f-ck a buck
i’d rather that my sh-t would be headed
never needed you fake f-cks i will shed light
with more magnitude than all the stars
sicker than jaws i’ll have you reminiscing these bars
let me live the wild life, walk a mile
f-ck, it hasn’t been a while

f-cked up mentality
missin’ somethin’ that was taken away from me
taken away from us, so i’m left here causin’ a f-cking ruck
my thought process would probably leave you nauseous

brain sick, anxious
sub-zero, leave your body f-ckin’ spineless
a pastor once told me that i’m a heathen from h-ll
without god, i’ma f-ckin’ breathin’ demon that dwells

f-ck a check, f-ck the money
we got ambition for goals along the shoals
where we roam, brain sick, anxious
wherever i call home, but i’m stuck

hate sleep yet, don’t wanna wake up
bottoms up, wish me luck
all this nonsense got me givin’ up
runnin’ from the bottom, takin’ twenty more shots

f-ck it, i think i should rot

- sawbe

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