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letra de eaturheartout (version 2) - softheart

yeah
uh, uh, uh
and it’s on me
i hear this voice inside the darkness, and it calls me
i might just eat your heart out like i’m a zombie
i’m in the darkness in all black, don’t think you saw me
yeah, put me in a box, you can saw me
uh, i feel like i’m slowly falling
crying all day, b-tch i’m balling/bawling
i don’t wanna talk about it, so i’m stalling

i’m an emo trap, i came up making emo trap
and i’m smoking evil packs
smoking oh god what is that?
i keep seeing all these ghosts, i’m tryna keep ’em back
i’m off hydroxyzine
i’m just hanging out with mr. hat
i’m up in this [?] burning like the wicker man
i hear voices whispering
on the sidewalk kicking cans
get a bunch of different colors and i fill it in
i said i wouldn’t be, but i’m up off the pill again

okay, and i did some-
but i don’t like sniffing things
don’t wanna exist this way
these two roads, can’t pick a way
yeah, i can’t kick the crave
i jump off and kiss the pave
and it’s over now, but i kinda miss the pain
i would do almost anything for my people
and i try as hard as i can although i know that is feeble
i need a girl that look like ingrid from resident evil
and i’ve been smoking heavy since it was illegal
uh, uh, uh
i just smoked two woods full of trees in the woods full of trees
know you talk about me, but have you heard about these?
i can’t focus, i’m too geeked
i’m so geeked, i’m ’bout to teach
back in ‘013 i was making maps on halo: reach
know it’s niche
don’t be mad, but you don’t understand the speak
the first couple songs i made recorded on a turtle beach
yeah, i’ve been out at night hiding like a f-cking creep
smell it on me and it reeks
i know i’m just a f-cking freak
it’s okay, you can just leave
in the lab like michael reeves
i’m in the lab like nilered
shut the f-ck up, you’re a fed
and i hear voices in my head
somethings stands at the end of my bed
i’m an emo trap, i came up making emo trap
and i’m smoking evil packs
smoking oh god what is that?
i keep seeing all these ghosts, i’m tryna keep ’em back
i’m off hydroxyzine
i’m just hanging out with mr. hat
i’m up in this [?] burning like the wicker man
i hear voices whispering
on the sidewalk kicking cans
get a bunch of different colors and i fill it in
i said i wouldn’t be, but i’m up off the pill again
okay, no, okay-okay

- softheart

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