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letra de warhol - tim terner

warhol – tim terner

verse 1 [tim terner]
you’d think they’d know by the way he’s been acting lately
compet-tive, diet made up of sedatives, ‘hate me’ tattooed on his forehead when he walks in, nervous acting cautious
sanity just like his wallet and he fears he might have lost it
now he’s crawling on the pavement, aghast with fascination
alternate altercations, the mind closed for renovation
agitated animation, pulls him into different places
these faces need replacements
keep the egos in the bas-m-nt
no patience, i flip a table then the lights go out
the panty-dropping kamikaze, took some shots and got too sloppy
probably smoking with his posse, until his mind feel like a zombie, practicing karate now he’s screaming like an aussie
with his hands up
intertwined and rhyme through my inhaler
i’ma drive through indiana, b-tches wait in texarkana
with whiskey bottles, models getting topless making waffles
living life without a problem, so i push down on the throttle
i’m out

bridge [frankie guerrero]
i’d travel cross the world just to talk to you
everything is fine’s a lie and i know the truth
i know your shy, i won’t lie there’s nothing i can do
but baby let me sing to you
baby let me sing to you
baby let me sing to you
i know you’re shy, i won’t lie there’s nothing i can do
but baby let me sing to you

verse 2 [tim terner]
see, the mind is like a ruler, and i think i might have snapped it
i shoot a gap in traffic, where i’m headed you can’t map it
the king crab, dapper with a snapper full of rappers
taking dabs on rings of saturn, outer sp-ce get filled with laughter
jason statham with the flagrants
agent smith up in your matrix
a doctor without patience
hold the anger of a caveman
in a trance when my b-tch dance around
she keep my feet above the ground, high as h-ll we can’t come down, our bodies in the lost and found
handle of johnny black, sh-t i’m gone live forever, and if not then it’s whatever, head shots without suppressors
fully loaded, stolen weapons
chase the rodents out of heaven
armageddons what you getting, i refuse to new deception
cause it’s the young phenomenon who hungrier than ramadan, so step into my octagon i’ll pull apart you abdomen
a freethinker who prints fingers for no one
you never met somebody crazy baby now you know one

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- tim terner

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