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letra de steroids - serengeti & polyphonic

[verse 1: serengeti]
he wished his wife would get off roids
always find the pills and needles in his boy’s toys
forget her, man, he’s outta here tomorrow
him and the baby, they’re gonna move to [?]
he’ll tend bar, raise the baby to be a tsar
won’t stay ‘side his ex-wife who’s as big as a car
in [?] what happened to his r&r
never told his family members exactly how distraught they are
but then again, he hadn’t spoken till his grown years
never really small talked or even downed a couple beers
usually nodded and never knew each other well
and talked sh-t about each other like before the kremlin fell
but then again, he knew his wife liked roids
thought a habit that she could break, like sh-t you did when you was a boy
such as sh-tting yourself and only eating candy
or during soph0m-re year, drinking his dad’s brandy

[bridge: serengeti]
just a phase
not a grown woman roid rage
he was gonna take the woman
and put her in a small cage
forget the trouble
tired of being the odd couple
he was always burnt out
man, i was feeling struggle
[verse 2: serengeti]
floor bar, [doffing ppr][?]
warner brothers from the northern central part of halliburton
the iron curtain, his wife stays crazy in a roid rage
looking for things to lift and getting so p-ssed
but fine, he’ll be a single european father
raising a young tsar and never talking to his oldest uncle
and mind, she was just lonely turning into a dude
posters of ultimate warrior, “ravishing” rick rude
thanks to steroids, due to pressures of halliburton
a central north part of the lake where wife served up beefcakes
and drank protein shakes
across the hall is vandra, teaches the boy ballet and speaks czech
he doesn’t know if [geti’s][?] precious yet
meanwhile, roid-defined brow
thank you, steroids, broke up a mother and her boy
posters of the coat of arms and dreams of the bolshoi

[? we will .. ]

[verse 3: doseone]
he liked it in his room of weak, his ways form
born of flattest, blackest, most deadly
lead and heavy he could lift from his chest, it was how
how he fought off depressed, and like
stay vain for the man in the mirror
but it was vodka clear, bruh
it was juice pumping his iron
something weak in the suit of a lion
sleep like [rolling a can][?]
not much man under that jungle of muscle
barbiturate, temple body gone brothel
and it was [out of the cold][?] in a bottle
and his country [?]
all castle couldn’t undo the lasso of attic
and endless tragic of keep of
body that’s constantly aging
the grave pain that becoming adonis is
all those things that you’re not, then
like better father, great lover, [?]
squeeze warmth out of your least-used muscle lump
that’s something [?] end of the day, but hey
dude’s huge ’cause, uh
problem is, problems is big
today in this gives, takes, body hates
bad break, goin’ places in society, so it’s
another 45 on iron
a big bar, building the tissue
giving the scar, dishing the issues
to [daughter indeed][?]
and you know what they say
for all of those who don’t juice, bleed

- serengeti polyphonic

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