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letra de speech slur/hold on - sirsam

[intro]
yea
thoughts always appealing
with no reason
with my grieving and speech always
slurring and blurring and blurring i’m feeling
yea

[verse 1]
leather speech when i’m speaking
my thoughts and wrongful reasons
to whatever i’m appealing
hold a second, are you grieving?
bleeding and you breathing
miscellaneous upbeating
thoughts conquering always try to relieve in
lost in present – cheat how i’m feeling
chill down my spine while i spit words coming outta spite
loathe and disgust, my raging l-st
stick a trick and k!ll a b-tch
put these emotions to a mental truck
sideway, man i never gave a f-ck – going my way
juicy flowing
her p-ssy leaking, tongue twisted in my thoughtful dreams and
those relevant feelings, pulse is up ’n’ beating
think of the time we agreed in
then i pull it back and sit back quit the painful cleanings
then i gave it back, ride it out
till i stop the feeling, now i’m giving up, half cheesing
locked in a matrix brain falling from the folded
faded, never give it up
concision in my reason
filter never new season
sprinkle death with a little sprinkle, hold it even
now i truly believe in, all these b-tches dreaming
despair and the trust
felt an emotional lock
kept the keys, i might never give it up
you know a little less
never give the l-st till the emotion’s stealth
keep my wealth fine to another beginning
strike for what i’m living
strike for what a vivid
explanation outta f-ckin – never visit
this b-tch i kissed her, almost f-cking slid it
never gave it up
till i’m never feeling guilty
laid on quilt till we rave it in friction of the bliss
brain drifted from damascus
praised lips, paradise girl, whatchu think of this?
little gift i was blissed, tell me

[verse 2]
did not see the light what that might be like
feeling abide to my nurtures drive
to you, i abide
on a road, we keep stride and stride on a marching train
mindless games
got me sayin:
“girl, quit playin”
they just games
flop em to the grave
the point we braise
emotions were to praise
the l-st and crave
emotions were played
songs were made

[outro]
aye
pause it, never give it aye
aye
this the mothaf-ckin day
aye
dani gotta give it
aye
let me give it to her

- sirsam

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