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letra de soul search - sxmpra

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iridescent light be callin searchin for a soul

lately i been fallin deep and dark within a f-cking hole

feelin cold
no ones home
but yet the lights are always on
at the end i’m dead and gone i’m always doin this alone

but i don’t give two f-cks
what a motherf-cker think he gonna say about another brother say it to my face

put him in his place

cos the motherf-cker sleepin in the gutter
let another p-ssy suffer to the mace

trapped in perpetual searching cos i have lost all of the things that i valued in sp-ce

sp-cе being mind i can’t find where thе line not to cross goes to hide

but its in my mind that is where it lies
it resides

cl!ck cl!ck clack
to your back

every motherf-cker gonna get a blade and attack
cos we lack
basic decency to be the homies friend for free

always wanting more but never be there when mothetf-ckers need to lean
and i see
what i need
cos you fake ass wannabes
always gonna be the ones that imma never wanna be cos i’m me
never gonna walk up in my jeans
keep it real or you gon feel ya knees buckle and release
then you cease
breathin

keep em way down underneath that’s six feet deep

let the maggots f-ckin feast
on the meat

searching for my soul i see the way i wanna be

and f-ck a fake as motherf-cker tryna drag me down cos he don’t know me

searching for a soul
but it’s gone
never comin home

darkness gettin cold
but i know
this is not for long

keepin the peace but the bullsh-t exceeds all the effort i bleed for the ones that be leavin

seein the colours emerge through the skin of the p-ssies that ain’t what they say they are bein

i don’t give a f-ck and now the p-ssies outta luck

cos instead of being humble all these p-ssies chasin buck

and i swear to any god that imma run a f-ckin muck

cos i’m sick of these busters that thinkin they tough

rappin got no flow
lyrics are a no show
think you gonna test me boy
you know i’m boutta blow tho

growin pretty slow bro
get up out my phone hoe
leavin you behind and now you gettin f-ckin fomo

you know ill rep immortal till the f-ckin death

my last breath

i will use to tell you that you’ve made a f-ckin mess

- sxmpra

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