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letra de orion - tilfall

[verse 1]
if i cared about some money i would hit you up and waste all it
love itself a sin and i hate sinning
death comes in 8s 8 tracks so we spin it
a rare amount of love got no faith in it
i’m too into it to just skim through it
i will fall forward inside a blank movement

the love ain’t true cause you and cupid attending my funeral
you told me i’d jump off a bridge when my friends do it
and put my end to it
rip through it
fell in love with the rain certain, furious anger with
those who know me just tryna burst my bubble
mother struggle putting her end to it

can’t hurt the weak with a threat
extroverted standing extra nervous
nervously i’m gon send you vids of the jeep
she like the second person this week
i thought was the second coming
and locking up my death in a knot of twenties and tens
and bet on the weapon i step in a lot
you read my messages and show no pity
no ditties attesting bigger scenes of god on the rock
i’m sick of the lots, you see me you see it pop
the prescriptions left a mess so i put em inside a box
with the sh-t that i never touch
you did it to me, i never rushed it at all

yeah

[verse 2]
swear y’all told me i’m a king, then you told me i’m a kid
then you told me i’m the one but still i am afraid
then you told me i’m a phony, i’m a lame
i’m the man, i’m the opp, i’m the homie
bro, holy i’m amazed
i’m the water walker, never round unless the party start
shorty, i done turned the water to the wine
i’m the martyrs daughter, the art of god
i’m a party starter, i could heal the unholy on a way
piece of my mind and i’m yelling and screaming wishes
and something sicker it’s in the air which is growing thinner
so i pray, you pray for me my sister, at least a wish
but you couldn’t, you wouldn’t ever
you better, you never know
cause we will not win
you will not pass
unless you put the holy water in a shot glass
sip, from the loch ness, hand inside on the roof on the cold glass
let the noose loose and the chair rock past

[outro]
we are not friends. and i still love you
you are locked in. and i will not bleed for you in the cold rubble
i will not play games with you
for the greatest soap does nothing for a popped bubble

- tilfall

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