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letra de dark thoughts - scottwaldo

i do not wish to be an icon or mogul in a sort
how can i inspire dreams when pandora trapped hope

i have dark thoughts i know it’s personal
but maybe if i cry for help ill get a ray of hope
turn around to speed it up
and tell me that “that sh-t was dope”
pull the chair back cut the tethers from the fresh rope
sickness is sticky like cotton. bitter then sweet like it’s coffee
no robotussin, no lasagne, riddled with torches i’m scoffing
don’t pat my back while i’m coughing
i’ll pull that switch & i’ll lunge in
you ain’t the first so quit talking
i herd he’s coco for coco puffs
& belittled by skittles skipped to the bank with a dollar
& flipped a gram to a kilo. he went from crooked to feeble
but ain’t no friend to a needle. ebeniser the steam room
is getting cloudy so demote; i’ll k!ll a label with keystrokes
my qwerty keyboard hits reload, this clockwork orange the sequel
the struggles not just the ramen it’s all the work that its costing
his self respect when he’s honest venerable to the doctors
that keep me sheltered from fosters padded walls when i’m hostel
that seven thirty onsomble ronald mcdonald no costume
remains the master at scrabble mr inquisive babble
that windows ultimate dragon you couldn’t fathom attacking
nick nacks wrapped in lament led pencil gets jagged quick
tales from the crypt so kids attentively sit
reminisce so pixels stay crisp, have you heard of dave the rapist
cats are squeamish round him & don’t get ’em started just quit
oh what’s the harm in a skit, they’ll never find the right bridge
he’s phantom blast in the mist, but always leaves finger prints
around the necks of infants, brittle bits till they twitch
found a kitten after i dipped, broken pelvis to bits
at checkers chicken i sit man, what does jessica think?
i’m nasty like cigarets, yet talented with some depth
loosy right in my left, i’m flicking ashes to death
it’s probably loss of some rest that’s got these words in a hex
got me f-cked up at best let me walk and talk like the rest
the real hits on the disc , my older songs failed to miss
f-ck the thought living bliss, ground shoe to cement
butcher the scripture while vaunting & over k!lled gets exhausting
curb stopping enthralling so all the features are calling
they wanted platinum i’m solid don’t over do it less stalling
we making moves or you crawling i’m indirect when i’m talking
going up the street right up walton they hear my voice so take caution
subtle spit yet appalling they listen to me too often
been over stressed since the falling it’s so cliche but it’s honest
my families over i’m brawling over the minimal comments
it’s agitating translating the words i vomit while nauseous
reinforcements too office we non conferment & lawless

- scottwaldo

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