a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de where the moon crosses the sun / try me - truett

[1st half: where the moon crosses the sun]

take me down where the moon crosses the sun
where the people only sing when they feeling out of love
and it comes right back as if it had never left
the most happy [?]
you see it and then it’s gone
well
maybe just in your head
can you even trust yourself?
when you’re gone, that’s all you get
and when you look for nostalgia, i told you it’s in the song
you feel it but it’s still gone
and it won’t ever come back
and n0body seem to get
i could be making a genre
or making an album
shaking my еmpty pockets when this sh-t don’t sell
i finally got around to k!lling my old sеlf
then realized i k!lled the wrong side, like “oh, well”
the h-ll
the rain’s kinda scenic
grab the cleave then put to the nearest demon in my head
i see it
probably gon’ be here beating on myself
repeat it and then pretend like i don’t need anyone’s help
what if wealth ain’t a profit?
what if death was a goddess?
how would you feel going to h-ll
just cause you chose the wrong sh-t to practice
on top this forest, striking some matches
blow the smoke when i ash it
ah sh-t, that’s it
[outro (try me)]

try me, try me
try me, try me
try me, try me
you can try me, i mean
wanna see you bowing at me
we can roll my weed

rapping again, what a shocker
lining up with my chakras
i might as well get high as h-ll
and write about my problems
thinking back to when my innocence
like preschool
man all i see all these f-ck rappers
i seem to devour
i seek food in my palace
write so much my fingers calloused
i’ll take everything but every king got bloodstains on his chalice, ay
so who the f-ck are you to say
that cause my age
i’m something remotely close to adequate
[?]
nothing is perfect
every song i could do better, more artistic
but listen, maybe it’ll be worth it
think of potential
take the greats then you make every masterpiece better
repeat that forever
constant improvement, such an endeavor
nothing but bad genes, american leather
let’s make this a scene
and then make another after
what a beautiful pattern… or maybe a dream

- truett

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS