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letra de forgotten - slick ross

sh-t, talk about a beautiful dark twisted fantasy
when your trying to convince yourself that actualities aren’t happening
i would of been the man who stepped up for you
instead i was that doormat i got stepped on for you
im done with it, you took my heart and punted it but ill run with it
what a f-ckin b-tch to the cliche, got me running relays just to feel like me again
i will never be the same and the worst part, i can’t tell exactly what you did to my heart
is it still there at all or is it just dark? and if it is dark is that an end or a start?
i guess it depends on your opinion, h-ll bent a cynicism is how i feel half the time
in this mind i call a prison, it used to be free, i used to be me
before my delusion that you could be queen of my castle
i would of had you feeling like gold but guess i wasn’t ample
you took my apple, ate to the core, and now just like jake im a wolf, im a dog
you made me a beast
in laymen’s ive ceased to play with disease, she plays between sheets
the prodigal b-tch with the logic of kids and the t–th of a shark and the smell of a fish
the conviction of drunks, the hygiene of punks
she laughs in the dark with a hyenas tongue
used to be simba but she made me scar
like the back of her throat while she sucks d-ck at bars

im terribly sorry but h-ll isnt for me my skeleton darling
remember that falling only applies to those that ask for it
you were a s-d-st you made me a m-s-ch-st, she put a mask on sl!ck
made me like jason, promised vacation came through with frustration
i do not care anymore what our fate is, whos k!lling who? im sick of waiting
am i k!lling love or are you k!lling l-st? either way my heart is f-cked
either way your p-ssy getting plugged till its looser than screws in your head you d-mn sl-t
you mad at the truth? go and b-tch at oprah
you mad that you p-ssy stank? learn about soap suds
you mad you can’t afford to be a drunken wh0r-?
then just like your new man, downgrade, drink cobra
mister michael rossler is done with your sh-t hoe
eject the pain like a bullet from a pistol
a bulletin to kin folk, never do what i did
fall for a storm disguised as un violent
a venus flytrap disguised as a violet, and i was the bug who had bad timing
a poisonous fruit that appeared to be ripened
when i was with her i wasn’t even writing

im a b-st-rd now, is this what you wanted am i more attractive now? im giving im tapping out, im giving up im tapping out

im tapping out im tapping out
im tapping out im tapping out

- slick ross

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