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letra de pilot - the midnight blues

[intro: benjamin adase]
see if i can manage to not say “swingins…”
midnight, yeah!

[hook: jack adase]
i said i’m
thunderstruck, ac to dc
only power moves, people run when they see me, it’s like a
cl-sterf-ck, on your pc and tv
even god approves, sent his son here to be me!

[verse 1: jack adase]
i’m jesus, preachin’ sermons
determined to get my word in
every breath i take, i break ‘em and burn ‘em
your chances worsen as i
hear the sh-t you’re putting out
less than me without a doubt
a servant in this world, you’re irrelevant, go to h-ll and quit!

[verse 2: benjamin adase]
to h-ll with it
anybody could do this sh-t
everybody goin’ through they sh-t
everybody “tick-boom” and sh-t
everybody “vroom vroom” and sh-t, like they d-cks big
as their lifted pickups suggested, but untested
you so invested in shooting through your own boots like!
holy sh-t, i’m gettin’ heated again
‘bout to eat it again, and get defeated again
and then delete it again, resend
clock hits that stop, rewind, flip it
check you off the hit list
revise and i tailspin and i’m goin’ down, swingin’
playgrounds and i’m winnin’
geese in the yard and i’m-
step to emperor, nero
lack of input, call you zero
hard to front like my ego wasn’t stolen from a home depot, like “free, no?”
like-

[verse 3: jack adase]
cee-lo, rollin’ green
smoke a little purp and i’ll float to dreams
pokin’ up a bowl of all the finest leaves
toke a little bud and all the problems cease
to stress me, press me
a state of true duress it be
the way she be addressin’ me, the way she is oppressin’
me and kap we just wanna be free!
is it that hard? just let us be
i can’t keep sitting quietly
smoke some more, i’m on a spree
takes me back away to the days when sh-t was without care
it breaks it down in so many ways, relieves the wear and tear
puts you in a sedative daze, so come on, smoke your share
it takes us far away to the place where we ain’t worse for wear
a place away from the rat race, the brat pace
the fat b-ss, of jack’s sp-ce
i’ll slap your face, don’t f-ck with adase! (do-don’t f-ck with adase!)

[verse 4: benjamin adase & jack adase]
yuh
pack, repack, attack
p-ss it over to jack
box like ring wins, kind pen kingpin
and the body hit the matte blackout
keep my name outta your mouth
unless you givin’ us a shout out
midnight blues gon’ burn this house
then keep floatin’ on like modest mouse
like papa’s house, like music choice
like neighbor cows, like m-ffled voices
it gets to feel real f-ckin’ pointless
when i run low and feel f-ckin’ jointless!
the choice is poison, moistened by tears
my voice is silenced by all my fears
i hope to go out when the rain clears
but that’s years away, so for now i say that i’m-

[hook: benjamin adase]
thunderstruck, ac to dc
only power moves, people run when they see me, it’s like a
cl-sterf-ck, on your pc and tv
when they see me, when they whe-whe-when see me, it’s like f-ck! (ayy, ayy!)

- the midnight blues

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