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letra de early mornin' - sympho

[intro]
this m.a.s.k.. making all situations komfortable, mastering the art of southern kooking. maybe it’s just a mask. i ain’t hiding from n0body though

[verse 1]
i just wanna say that i’m good
not really just livin’ in the moment, but my home is in the woods
phone into tracks like i should, get a bonus when i don’t do the things i normally would
gettin praised for acts of good, like
“hooray for you, you f-ckin’ pr-ck.”
i’m tempted to see just what make that boy tcb tick
is it liquor, beer, cigs, flower, and b-tches thickern’ sh-t?
i figure it is, out of those, i quit like 60 percent, it’s a sin

[hook]
early mornin’ when i’m walkin’ down the street
greeted by the blank faces of the people that i meet, ay ay
etch a sketch in the details. heaven sent female sent to sense me fail
early mornin’ when i’m walkin’ down the street
greeted by the blank faces of the people that i meet, ay ay
etch a sketch in the details. heaven sent female sent to sense me fail

[verse 2]
that’s another day at another time havin’ trouble findin’ me another rhyme
pay the piper my legal fine, another reason to avoid the crime
blunt to lip inna pontiac. a night in jail’ll make mom react
once he out, he need cognac, come bite the apple like wozniak
or andy wood from mother love, all he need is another puff
and imodium for them bubble guts, as below is up above and i’m f-ckin’ up
growin’ up they always say that the boy wasn’t tough enough on that tough love
arms stretched out to the sky like a silent “what the f-ck?”
i’m showing out til my legs are dust
arms are weak and my breathe is done
til my face and my chest is numb
til that day, the best yet to come
my quest begun and done just for fun like when trev gets wrecked then gets mexican
order more as an alibi. watch em morph into a passerby
mop the floor and not bat an eye, lock the door without askin’ why
show an interest throw misconception then hit the deck for 4000 nights
now i’m beaming back to my sp-ceship, tune you into my wavelength
get you all to come buy the album with all the money you ain’t spent, huh
[outro]
and we-and we-and we just got-
man, serious question, what the f-ck isn’t?

- sympho

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