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letra de dot connecting and watching - tom (emcee from australia)

[verse 1]
i swear to you i’m nothing but a child wearing shoes i wouldn’t dare to fill
there’s issues i wouldn’t dare reveal
i’m running to describe my insides to a thin mic then limp right into midnight
i’m just seeking what saves but weaken my faith
there’s a leak in my face but that’s the least of my pain
i might just keep to my ways and keep that thought to myself
i might just need to pray instead of increasing my sales
my feet have been pale as of recently
it’s been at least a week since we greeted
[?], around my need to leave
see the greenery because being stuck bеtween the screams and my screen therе is no bleaker scene uh
lord, i’m thinking of what we’d’ve been
and lord, i’m thinking she might be too
heal us from whatever we retreat to
ah, what are we beneath?
would we have given it more time than maybe been to?

[hook]
whatever, i’m cool with the content
to the fuel with the context
spent time dot connect and then watch it
i’m not collecting my clocks yet
letting them tock tick
won’t stop the spin of time until i’m on rhythm
less songs hidden, too late to leave no regret
please don’t forget the shoelace you see on my neck
i need nothing less, no stress
[verse 2]
i swear to you i’m nothing but a kid on stilts
and if i make it out of here, i’ll probably hear them still
i’m not fit for thrills, this is real ill will i spill
i admit it, i’m a sinner first, a hurt person second then a rapper third
still you couldn’t think or lift my notes happy
wouldn’t think to pick my throat scabs
i told dad one more scold and i’ll throw hands because i know that the silence is golden
and when i’m finally older, divine with a throne and these cold raps
time i spent sober is founded with closure
fighting with smokers
put my doubts in a folder
colder than the toes upon the polar
i thought i told ya
i’ve seen the [?], been low enough to dive
heat stroke and touch the throat of love
i bear the shoulders of sisyphus, throwing hissy fits, just a little kid
burning when the spirits hit
tryna clear my fibs, i miss my dearest

- tom emcee from australia

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