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letra de krol - sazeru

wake up
turn
fall gain
adjourned
wake up again
open eyes slowly then
slowly process my surroundings
not so rowdy hazed and cloudy
lift up my head
still in this body, f-ckin aight then

diet primarily consists of caffeine and weed
wake up in the morning sure im ambitious indeed
pack that reef up with some keef
and inhale sheet smells dank like feet
and when i spit it every message is inscribed on beat

yeah its just the beginning
a structure your boy im setting
maybe ill end up regretting
but so far this weed cough is heavenly
my father is dead to me
my family’s fake as f-ck
only got my brother and my mom
so “what’s up sonny boi?”
im in the noise of my dazed membrane this sh-t is coy
oy, dont be a doi and throw your chance like a buoy
its bababooey sazzy drooling baked in hotbox like a stewing
brain engraved parallelogram e strikes of matches growing

knowing that ive the sk!ll and talent order make it there
just hope my souls still in tact by the time i ponder underwhere?
but in the mean time got so much time ill pack up and finish this rhyme after smoking weed on incline yeah your boys fire just like stir fry

krol
metal
kids
meddle

can’t
think
maintain
mental

brain
waves
synergies
flames

radio
active
micro
waves
smoking all that chronic i purchased off of the black market
nah do not cease spark it embarking spelunked guitar picks
rip it hard tickets scarred bars hard interview aardvark nardwuar
spar yar child in the middle of the lawn with a lead bar b-tch

mental itch like watchin freddie fl!cks bl–dy l!cks espionage crowbar hits and hitch the severed spine on a butcher chain peddle letter rip, skitch on a board perhaps, cutting off feline b-llsacks, blender smoothing ratattack with flakes evwhere like shattered glass

grasp im cali class
with pot surpassed
you cannot take way my blazed skatecast
my homies stached
like stored up cache
posted up with boards and blunt wraps
but bring it back
my boys we skate
occasionally put up paint
pain holo may not come to fru-ey (fruition)
just mmm it off like microwave

the f-cking murmer noises of my neighbors stupid choices
got so many f-cking nitpicks that i coin in and forget
unless i write them down as i find time to write experience
its clearly lit like a dungeon tunnel with many query spins

f-ck
sometimes just wanna yell and scream and cuss
but really will that solve my problems being immature as such
a f-cking flush of blush of red within my face imbedded my head
spinned regrets of my mem like “could i be a better friend”
krol battle tongue broly
my lyricism is scrolling
lolling on 4chan trolling
newf-gs like some shrimp for pwning

transposing
authority but not geom in math
exporting
these flacs and downloading mass .zip packs in class

its malcontent
im f-cking malcontent
not heaven sent but called a saint i will repent not – spray up paint
maybe dead bent like some pain
experienced sir doomile
will this poetry ever get me anywhere some day
god dammit man. i have too many doubts
and not enough ambition like a chocolate fountain spouts

grasp a hold
of the mold youre setting for yourself
ultimately dwelling stuff you stopped spellings pitiful in h-ll

- sazeru

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