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letra de greener - swaine

[intro]
ye
ye, ye, ye, ye, ye, ye
swaine’s world 2022, toronto, canada, ontario, f-ckin’ world
planet earth, universe, milky way, solar system
uh, yeah, uh, uh

[verse 1]
turn me up
let me down
semi auto with petty remarks
demigod with the demos and art
plenty others to tear you apart, you
slippin’ easy my grip is too hard
mind control with the bibidi-bop
magic tricks when i’m standin’ in front
press record and it’s curtains for y’all
and its on my plate so i scoop that up
and resume my conquerin’
oops, my fault
is it cool? if i watch from the side while u drop
and your heart might stop
whatcha you gonna do?
it was way too late
plus he talked too much
and he wasn’t ’bout much
it was all about othеrs
and a bunch ’bout us
face down in a puddle
and i drowned my luck

[chorus]
whatcha gonna say
and what you do ’bout it?
if i see a f-ckin’ pixеl
i’ma brew ’bout it
and if i brew ’bout it
maybe get a crew ’bout it
and if you knew ’bout it
why the f-ck you mute ’bout it? (x2)

[verse 2]
silence keeps runnin’ from me
get the bullsh-t out the way now you talkin’ to me
i feel like i don’t like the way that you lookin’ at me
i feel like maybe it’s an issue between you and me
i get it you got some different ideas
but it ain’t sh-t to me you better think different
i try examining but nothin’ comes in front
i might just have to be the one you call villain
you always have to be the one we call victim
it’s such a tragedy, you gotta face real ones
in fact it’s such a travesty you got tears comin’
crocodiles comin’ out the eyelids
i know, you know, we know that’s a nice trick
c notes, below, zero you been icin’
freezin’, beatin’, searin’ off the fire pit
grass is, always, greener on the side which

you been stayin’ on
get your head up out the clouds and then you gon’ see some
life ain’t what it seems, huh?
don’t know what to be, huh?
don’t know who to see, huh?
get your f-ckin’ lean on
it’s too late to be on
my team and my crew
that’s somethin’ you should flee from
my breeze and my food
that’s tropics you can’t reach ’em
typing and bright moves
ain’t fixin’ what you bleed from
holes you dug too deep
ain’t fillin’ up with old mud
old games with old blood
ain’t replayin’ with young blood
ain’t nothin’ but repeats and redo’s and reruns
f-ck that
it’s dead gone
and you sit there dead wrong
all good
i’m live now
and seats keep gettin’ filled up
[chorus]
whatcha gonna say
and what you do ’bout it?
if i see a f-ckin’ pixel
i’ma brew ’bout it
and if i brew ’bout it
maybe get a crew ’bout it
and if you knew ’bout it
why the f-ck you mute ’bout it? (x2)

- swaine

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