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letra de lion's mouth - shredders

[hook – sims]

today i woke up late
same place, inner sp-ce
tied a rope around my waist, dial grace
float away, float away
i was hopin’ i won’t float away, float away
but do you know the stakes?
last night i stayed up late
trynna trace inner sp-ce
finding something in the b-ss
i was hopin’ i won’t float away, float away
i was hopin’ i won’t float away, float away
but do you know the stakes?

[sims]

a strange addiction flipping in a stranger fiction
but i couldn’t love it if there wasn’t danger in it
all along i’ve been drawn to what’s tied to the tracks
always fell for a woman being sawn in half
by the way always late, by a minute, by a day
in my vision all these shapes
something hidden in the b-ss, inner sp-ce
though i can’t define the physics of how i’m drawn away
or how vicious i engage

i’ve been the first to squeeze the hammer when it’s fight or
bounce
you said that i would do anything for the right amount
i shrugged it off and stuck my head inside the lion’s mouth
you pried it out and told me that is not what pride’s about
you were right though, i can’t help that i feel lied to
like a f-kushima geiger-count
by the sound by the ounce
by the tooth biting down
by the land i’m climbing out
by the way, i was–ay
by the way, i was–ay

[hook – sims]

[p.o.s]

yeah
i am my own beast of burden, my achin’ back
climbing every everest, every winding track
i never seen a straight line
and i take pride in my skate by
and i make mine and it works fine enough
can’t fly on these homemade wings, though
so i lace them boots and i face that truth
i’m a goner, i’m a goner
and i’ll spend these last couple few with a flask and a view
no hands, wait, no grip is far more accurate
get down, stay down after it
my corpse will be immaculate

yeah
i wanted open, wandered hopeless
squandered so much time
somehow the sundial been stuck
i must’ve lost my mind
trustin’ the potion, harmful notion, if we’re bein’ true
but my hand goes through the door when i knock
so what’s a ghost to do?
my spit would hit your lips if i could make the words exist
instead abandon ship ’cause tight ones sink ’em too, it’s sick
backing out of my codes, fightin’, i won’t go
gimme some of what you got
gimme lots and lots and then more

[hook – sims]

today i woke up late
same place, inner sp-ce
tied a rope around my waist, dial grace
float away, float away
i was hopin’ i won’t float away, float away
but do you know the stakes?
last night i stayed up late
trynna trace inner sp-ce
finding something in the b-ss
i was hoping i won’t float away, float away
i was hoping i won’t float away, float away
but do you know the stakes?

- shredders

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