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letra de woe - shush

woe
eyeyey
woe
eh, let’s go
woe
paint that woe up on my face
like, woe is me
i’m tryna find my place, stitch
stitch up on my mind
i got wound
but of the mental kind, b-tch
b-tch, i’m try’na get my chedder right
before i see the light
the season always rainy
umbrella season – like suicide
communicate with demons
you know shush go ouija board all night
like terror on the radio
i blow them ear drums out all right

i’m contemplating
(yuh)
on all them ways to make that bacon
ah, ah, ah, ah
call on darkness
try’na sell my soul
like, oh lord… can you hear me now
been screaming like a monster for some time now
i got a hole inside my heart
inside my mind
that sh-t be dark
dont challenge me
you know i’ll knock the ball out of the park
i come with dirt
i won’t stop grinding til my piggy bank all fat like
where the scales at, b-tch
i come with armor on my heart
black lungs, coz yeah, i smoked a lot
f-ck
i’ll tell you some tales
someday my brain won’t know your name, eh
i’ll tell you some tales
someday memories will fade away, yeah
i’ll tell you some tales
some day your sh-t, it won’t matter anymore
time for some tales
the bigger, the harder they fall
fall, fall down
shadows wrap around my crown
got a throne built out of madness
when i sit on that, feel proud
your view shrouded by the clout
my view be faded, trippy, sound
i seen the horrors and i faced them
now i tell it to your faces
yeah
contemplating
(yuh)
on all them ways to make that bacon
ah, ah, ah, ah
contemplating
on all them ways to make that bacon
(make that, bacon)

them man be liars, they all fakes
digging a grave, i undertake it
yuh
(i undertake that)
spade left by the grave
already fallen
ain’t no angel
nah
(i ain’t no angel)
darkness in the room
now i be taking all the breath away
(take that away)
darkness in the room
i call that home… yuh
them man be liars, they all fakes
(they all liars, they all fakes)
digging a grave, i undertake it
to my deathbed, leave the matrix
(i’mma leave the matrix)
i’ll be fine, my soul be lifted, gifted
tainted like a misfit
(my soul be lifted)
temporary, all the things you love
(yuh)
contemporary, i go point to death
like a blind visionary
(yuh)
shepherd to the strong
if life’s a mess, then sing along
if life’s a mess, better get it undressed
say less
like a contest
everybody try’na lose the conquest
countdown to death
i ain’t stressed
no time for rest
no, no, no
countdown to death
i ain’t stressed
no time for rest
no, no, no

- shush

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