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letra de synthetic cells - tyler showers

(aye, aye)
these synthetic cells
i know my body like i don’t know n0body else
feel like automata, dark souls, death cells
fool my vision, i’m in prison boutta post bail
and my skin turn chrome like a fairy tale
touch down on earth, i’m in a train boutta derail
feelin whitney, feel like tron without his set of sk!lls
i’m a puppet to my program like someone else
i’m boutta melt, i’ma fail, yuh

they won’t think about it, they gon listen, make ’em rowdy, f-ck it
i’ma lay a body on em, finally found my hobby
but y’all prolly call me trash, a lot of y’all think you could top me
but i’m climbin up the lobby ‘gon look good from up above
i got love
i got love
i got love
i got love
sick of the process, i wanna pause this sh-t
before i drop out, drop top, pop and sh-t
for the pops and sh-t
for the crowd, run it back one time for the kids down south
and amoxicillin for the bands i pounce
i want out
i want out
i want out
i want out, this f-cking skin, it’s been creepin in and in
and i’m finally feelin thinner than i was before
announce a simple sin and i’m out
i got no weight on my belt
i know i said i’d be down, well no more

these synthetic cells
i know my body like i don’t know n0body else
feel like automata, dark souls, death cells
fool my vision, i’m in prison boutta post bail
and my skin turn chrome
but i’m blessed, h-ll
i’m the illest rapper on the west hill
pest, k!ll
when i run my lines i got the best feel
yeah, still, i ain’t put out music since like last year
testing my patience i ain’t waitin that’s a mass tear
(woah) woah
tommy gon’ rock on the boat
told me to properly pose
top of the game in a coat
care for me and my post though
carefully like i wrote home
care to see what i don’t know
curtesy of my rose

slow me down, know it sounds off
lead me back to my body
i’m hoping you find me there

these synthetic cells
i know my body like i don’t know n0body else
feel like automata, dark souls, death cells
fool my vision, i’m in prison boutta post bail
and my skin turn chrome like a fairy tale
touch down on earth, i’m in a train boutta derail
feelin whitney, feel like tron without his set of sk!lls
i’m a puppet to my program like someone else
i’m boutta melt, i’ma fail, yuh

- tyler showers

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