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letra de when the leaves turn orange - stray (sky swamp orange)

[verse 1: stray]
fourteen, cold hands at the bus stop
it’s too early in the morning, there’s no sun up
so naive and intrigued by the troublesome
young and dumb, always numb, rolling up that sticky stuff
folks hoping he’d learn a lesson the little sooner
said “sorry and sh-t, all the bad guys look cooler”
call me an opportunist, i’m losing these shackles, ferris bueller
can’t tell me sh-t, my happiness is worth more than bruises
so f-ck the bus and everybody on it
hopped inside the homie’s whip, dapped him up and then we floored it
thunderbird cruising slow, drifting down the mountain
system bangin’ wicked sh-t, knock a neighbor’s sunny day to some frowning
hoodie season and soon we masking for samhain reasons
at least that’s what it looks like but certain secrets are worth the keeping
we never speaking on reasons how my soul got distorted
but i can’t help but reminisce when the leaves turn orange

[chorus: stray]
i love it when the – i love it when the – i love it when the leaves turn orange
i love it when the – i love it when the – i love it when the leaves turn orange
i love it when the – i love it when the – i love it when the leaves turn orange
i love it when the – i love it when the – i love it when the leaves turn orange
[verse 2: stray]
new year, new ambitions
i’m finding more comfort with adding names to my hitlist
i count the dead leaves fallin’ down as i sit with
the carcass of catharsis and the bane of my existence
they yellin’ “please stop” but i ain’t findin’ any interest
much rather display my heart than ever bury my canvas
feel none are really on par in this wasteland we treat as lenient
so pardon my parlay with these thoughts, just don’t go and ever repeat ’em
i’ve been known to bury rappers in the back of my shed
used to be the quiet one, now i aim for the head
not a silencer in sight, i’m full volume to death
you poke a bear inside his cave and he gon’ come for your neck
f-ck you expect? diamonds rainin’ out the sky, lucy
like ash scattered across my carhartt, new england gully
a sun of autumn, shorter fuse but still none ever set me
and when leaves turn orange, i asphyxiate what upsets me

- stray sky swamp orange

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