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letra de noto's blue period - upgrade hiphop

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the sun won’t touch to my skin outside

when i stay here indoors and it all seems fine

‘cause they don’t see that i’m lonely they don’t see that i hide

i just feel i’m eroding i don’t feel i’m alive

stay alone inside your room and all the lights are off

you light it darker than your liquor all your fight is gone

the lighter sparks you taking hits like it was tyson’s jaw

with all your might you crawl into an empty vice and cough

now goals are twice as hard, ‘cause you don’t try at all

you can write it on the nicest palm

but if you’re sweating from the fear you’re quick to wipe it off

so that book of life you’re writing on an empty page of prior thoughts

the ink is dry, the mic is off

n-body listens, n-body cares

but why should they if you don’t, you’ll find a way to lose hope

you lie awake deprived of strength the time’ll fade to loopholes

designer shades won’t hide the pain your eyes are drained so you float

on top the river of your tear ducts, the path you visions been infected not a clear cut

and while the world is moving you just kept your ear m-ffs

like when your parents fought, covered wouldn’t hear much

but if these 4 walls could talk, they wouldn’t have much to say

it didn’t matter the day, your thoughts would scatter your brain

your body molds to the mattress, your homes and opening casket

the world’s too heavy to carry, you need the shoulders of atlas

instead of growth you adapted, you got the scope and the talent

but your devotion is absent holding to hope like thorns on a cactus

crazy? they know that you’re bat sh-t, so go on roaming with cloaks and daggers soak and lather loathe alone till shown as broken and shattered

tv shows are your p-ssion, it makes the rope seem elastic

gives you a reason to live, or make death slow and relaxing

these chauvinist b-st-rds going to poles like voting would matter

but the world is against you, right, so you show no attraction

and it’s all a waste of time, right, they condone you for slacking

you sold your soul to the rapture hoping the world is close to collapsing

2012 never happen, i guess it’s back to the drawing board

all aboard this sinking ship…..sh-t

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