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letra de a world with no skies - slaine

[intro:]
i gotta p-ss! (yeah)
back in the studio – woo!
[slaine:]
yo this is no experiment, the buildin of a pyramid
a revolution for the deadened eyes of the spiritless
i am not a hero with the heroin
i am merely buried in the fearlessness and swimmin in adrenaline
you don’t understand where my head has been
i was starin at a television, droolin from my medicine
fallin in a rock bottom hole that would never end
now i’m bangin on the f-ckin door screamin let us in
f-ck it let’s pick up the pace, i got some yay and liquor to taste
and enough guns to stick up the place
he got a rhythm vision in him and a burner that talk to him
earnin a buck, don’t stop, determined as f-ck
i hunger for blood, sleep deep in a dungeon of drugs
i’m like a dope fiend who does dirt and runs in the mud
i had an uncle who’s a junkie and my cousin’s a thug
violence is like aids, it runs in the blood
[hook:]
i live in a world with no sun
where everybody’s high and we all pack guns
’til the day we die we f-cking stack funds
cause we live in a world with no sky
this is my world! i live in it and die in it
people always used to tell me that the sky’s the limit
but i live in a world with no sky
yeah i live in a world with no sky
[slaine:]
scr-pin from the rock bottom turned me to a hustler
now i got the product that i’m pushin to a customer
powerful narcotic powder crushed to give a rush to ya
anger and aggression, i’m a f-ckin bag it up for ya
people wanna know where my head is at
i’ve been beatin on a kick when i was down ’til my head is cracked
driven by a rage and they never could get rid of that
so i took my motherf-ckin spot, try and get it back~!
i’m too on top of my speed, i got a pocket of greed
i never sleep, my eye sockets’ll bleed
before i ever let you creep up on me, that sh-t’s just not gonna be
that’ll be a future that you’re not gonna see
my team is a squad of derelicts, of demons and gods
so when my back’s against the wall i can even the odds
we fight for the cause even if the reason is wrong
the winter is freezin, where i live the season is long!
[hook]
[slaine:]
olde english 40 bottles, brown paper baggin
stinkin like a fresh bag of weed, pants saggin
had a vision back then like you can’t imagine
no exaggeration, i am what you can’t fathom
i’m a phantom, they doubted me and told me that i can’t um
all it did was teach me how to fight and now i can’t run
can’t walk straight, it ain’t even odd
i’m heading back to this h-ll, i don’t believe in god
at all, at all (at all, at all)
[hook]

- slaine

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