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letra de gambit - too birds

[v1: realname]
there’s an ant farm in the pantry
there’s a chance i’m in a bad part of the family
answering all of the d-mn exams with drawing of men in panties
i’m bad at drawing women someone hand me a hobby, rap is a habit
and it lands me in the hot seat
had a lot of different people give me this particular look when it comes up
like gimme a break
i’m like yeah i know but spitting a hooks better than giving a f-ck
about a job seeker allowance
seeking approval
eagerly scour
rooms for some people to shout at, evil and brutal
inner monologue’s a f-cking demon i’m rude a lot, (cough)
i’m freddy krueger hot
dreams coming to fruition
even though the mould’s growing i won’t do the dishes
too busy for that sh-t
getting my soul glowing through abysses
too s-d-stic to resist it
spit it quick miss a split second you’d of missed it
who’ve picked it i’d pick it up and i’d lift it
i can barely believe it and i’ve lived it
i’m in love with the shades of my untouchable grey but
at the same time hold a covetous hate for it
i am just as under the scale as above it, i’m fake
but i’m stubborn as shapes, ashing a crutch on the arm of thy couch
till the pendulum breaks
f-ck a mistake, f-ck myself

[v2: teether]
walking, talking waste of f-cking sp-ce
i’m quitting races for this
keep your face away
stay in your place
amongst the leaves of poison ivy
don’t remind me why i stay gripping maces
with the chainmaille on
your brain stale full of wasted dreams
read the children eulogies to bring sleep
don’t grow up like me
you see these swarming f-cking bees to the pistil
i’d rather be hanging from a windmill, dead still
rigor mortis if i’d sought this wish
tip-toeing over thin ice and it’s so slick
so come burn some green with yours truly
swap it for that jewellery swinging low like pendulums
they frenulums
f-ck a friend in them, i know better
don’t let it stress me, f-cking dip out
pack my bags and bounce at 4am and i got no doubt
that this house will do better without me
the pangs will strain my neck to turn behind me
no need to remind me, i’ve been seeing signs

[v3: laxx p]

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