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letra de supernova - suburban dark

[intro]
“someone talks to me, i wanna see his face”

[chorus: jeswon]
big bang, black holes
all we see is, all we see is
su–su–su–supernovas, supernovas
su–su–su–supernovas, supernovas
big bang, black holes
all we see is, all we see is
su–su–su–supernovas, supernovas
su–su–su–supernovas, supernovas

[verse 1: jeswon]
i got one hand on that bible, one hand on that rifle
aim it at my domepiece, i must be suicidal
ain’t n-body know me, middle finger to that five-oh
we smokin’ on that hydro at night ‘til my eyes glow red
okay, let’s get it straight, this is not for sport
when the b-ss h-ts, it’s a face lift with a wrecking ball
and i spit rhymes, it’s a flick knife to your wind pipe
an insight to a sick mind, it’s like my whole life’s been a sh-tfight
what it been like? (what it been like?) godd-mn, anti-social, i’ve been involved
seein’ me win is a bitter pill, so go crush up the [?]
plenty dope rappers don’t got a deal, but they still slang the dope, [?]
they got no problem, hit rock bottom, ’cause they come from it, that’s proper real
dope boy, helicopter feel, propeller for my old fellas
jet set with my go-getters, got henchmen that don’t know better
vendettas get so settled, so don’t meddle, feel no pressure
like, “what the f-ck, blood?”, [?] cuz, double up and make more cheddar
out here there’s like no let up, bright stars gettin’ burnt out
super over for these supernovas, it never made it past word of mouth
turn up, never turn down, we them bad men’s that you heard about
we still sick, hit the k!ll switch, ‘cause we k!ll sh-t with our murder sound

[interlude]
“you don’t make up for your sins in church. you do it in the streets. you do it at home. the rest is bullsh-t. the rest is bullsh-t and you know it.”

[verse 2: jeswon]
it’s about that time, it’s about that time for revolution (yeah)
and i’m off my mind, but my thoughts in line with a retribution (yeah)
and i might just strike while you be lying up in the dead of the night
makin’ my enemies mine, takin’ in dead or alive, are you ready to die?
i’m bringin’ a deadly vibe, yeah, i’m bringin’ it back from a flatline
no capsize on these black tides, spit holy water, get baptised
you subpar? get chastised, put a gold slug to your think tank
and y’all think back to the first time you were inspired by a big ban
like [?], do y’all hear that? supernova, my catcall
they g-ssed up from that crack smoke, get mashed up in the black hole
no wack flows, never ’round here, pic-sso when we spark grammar
so far ahead that they can’t catch us, summed up with that dark matter

[outro]
“you don’t make up for your sins in church. you do it in the streets. you do it at home. the rest is bullsh-t”
look out bellow
“the rest is bullsh-t and you know it”

- suburban dark

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