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letra de celebrity vision - trouble knows me

[verse 1: hemlock ernst]
celebrity the vision in my face before i left her
bottom of the circus, we were twins of silver circuits
red and blue pills, with a two dollar purpose
love ain’t a dollar sign, drug me up on wine
heart ain’t the mushy kind, fleshy pulpy lime
now it’s cable ready able willing, ill-refined
ill will spill from my hand like a foreign bill
p-ss me my landing card, story board and chlorophyl
not much else, left to do today though
blow through a smokestack
sip a volcano
apes drank drano
when cain ate abel
i betty like grabel
talking to her like she paid though
she gets full service cuz i work with no conscience
used to be a lover, now a fighter and a monster
once a henry fonda, now an anaconda
a predator of posture
walk the line before the concert
stomp out the stage lights
show you how to work
keep it real humble — then again i’m in my workshirt
make em eat earth
to teach them bout my birthplace
forgot her for a moment, straight tears rollin down my face
you never forget that
like opposites attract, i polish the ‘lib scratch

[verse 2: hemlock ernst]
put your anger in a proper place
jar it up and sell it
wanna be a millionaire
then you live the story — tell it
tired of hearing bout that fake shit
you bake shit? i build shit
you take shit? i make gangsters feel shit
that real shit
no apologies, people call me lottery
arrogant monopoly i run on pens and pottery
spin you up a sipping bowl
ashtray or kitchen tool
momma raised me right but that pussy make me act a fool
sometimes cool, sit around and think about it
death and taxes on my mind nobody wanna hear about it
trust must bleed, lust busts seed
dust off my d-ck, took a week to think about some shit
now i’m bout to split, out the house
down to corner store
get a 3-pack, 12-pack then go hit the bar
pushed through the gl-ss all barstools took
used to know everybody, now just a couple homies
seen this one hottie, she look like biscotti
my brain thinkin, probably she taste like it, honestly
i feel heavy bodily
nerves like pasta
tired of hunting strange
feel the dread like a rasta
about to be the same situation that i left
self-evaluating, hating, had me wanna go and hurt myself

- trouble knows me

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