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letra de banter - sonddcloudd

am i wrong when i call ya
my stomach is rumbling
so feel the revolva
and i’m feeling i’ll fall, what’s
wit the humming? is it your minds fault, cause
subconsciously calm, but out of our minds yup
stomp ya, i’m trying ta find cause
to not blow my brains on this wall f-ck
fame is the way to save my aim from revolva
i can childhood claim, but my pain keeps me
on this rotating blame between my conscious
my 17 personalities in my brain
coming out of me all the same
thoughts can’t, abolish um
experience that fame
can lead me to the right frame
of revolver what’s with the pause bud
you hesitate you die today
as simply as all of us
keep gettin in the way
your bones are dust, cremated yesterday
if u evеn think about the playin’ wit us
you kidding?

i’m gone off ganja
higher than a monsta
and been sеnt ta conquer
all these little paws of
the rap game that have came
and beyond such lunacy
i’m here to calm trust
and claim diplomacy
to sound off, keep on holding
yeah inhale saw dust
because it really seems dethroning
is the only option
focused up on politics
got me coughing
sick of the nonesense
why they trading stock options?
when theres moms coughing
leukemia rockin up in her offense
so often. i find this appalling
but god this capitalisms calling
and ringing and texting
but i’m in back of lexus
s-xting with my exs
while main b-tch is
bringing them checks in
i’m a saint i promise
tank her confidence
then rape her while she
sleep it off you b-tch!
brains off a bit
because i failed to connect
that sentence just then
pretending to blend in, the normal
but mournful moments morgue you
before two minutes you’re born to
a new identity torn through
whom i headed is awful!
i gotchu.. for now
i plot to burn out
my heart through and be cold wow
this whole doubt
is from my bold mouth
i’m a f-cking cartoon
being harpooned
by the sharp gloom
which faces me
in all directions
could you please
try saving me
cause all i feel is
kind of restless
i’m living in a pale blue
staying f-cking headless
without fortitude i’m jealous
what’s happening to me my dude?
livin offa livin offa living often
blank vacancy broken
tryna help myself out
can’t seem to do it
think i need some mail now
tryna get an order from a person
to help me, anything write a letter
god or santa… anybody please
i ain’t tryna banter, trynna play wit me?
you gon’ end up wit cancer
endin up dead endin up in lakes
endin up in graves, f-ck around
hey, you gettin’ saved now …

- sonddcloudd

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