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letra de high street - verb t

[intro]
yeah

[verse]
i’m unhinged, i’m wondering, see this could be a deadly trip
i’m on the high streets and there’s a bunch of pricks getting pissed
wetherspoons, revolution, yates, and the walkabouts
talk about a cattle market, more like a slaughterhouse
while you step to me with wine on your breath
right the f-ck out of here is where i want to get
but also want to blow my mind, i’m in self-destruct mode
how would i get home anyway? who the f-ck knows?
the scene then switches with an anime effect
next thing, i’m in that same old alley way again
looking to my left, i see that scabby little wench
in the corner trying to sell me contaminated sex
someone handed me a bag of purple powder
what did i do with it, people start cursing louder
fights breaking out, blood, sweat, and piss
f-ck stepping in, man, i should’ve known ahead of time
next day, i walked past and see a yellow sign
“did you see anything?” nothing that i recognize

[outro: sample]
“how about another?”
“i really shouldn’t”
“bartender, two more stingers”
“make it three”
“no, just two please”

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