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letra de child's play (the lost boys) - wildcard

verse 1:
step into the nights view, i’m beside you
don’t worry about the monsters and dark right behind you
can’t catch up to you if you just make the right move
so write god a letter in the middle of the night soon
he can tell you about the holler and whims as i’m standing in the room with all of my friends
all the people i grew up with and call my kin before we all turned to alcohol and frol!cking sin
there ain’t no shame in taking a trip through memory lane
way before the trip needle went into my vein and tell my enemies and devils if they’re the only way to heaven
i’ll rip them out the sky like the kennedy plane
you can’t tell me sh-t about how we’d finish this game
schizophrenic menace running up in it like dames
evacuate the premises, you couldn’t finish us or diminish us
not even a minister reciting genesis can

hook:
it’s peter pan and the lost boys
we fly through the sky
cuz the night train would cost more [x3]
peter pan and the lost boys
get high and fly through the sky
cuz the night train would cost more

verse 2:
twisted, wicked rhythm
with or without you, that’s the question of my life
home boys this is about you
we walk around like twisters and bothers
we struggle with the calls of forgiving our fathers
it seems the days are gone of splashing sap puddles under weeping willow’s silhouette
that was the last shuffle
it got to the point, rather bash him with br-ss knuckles
they’ll hear the evil echoes of the hood rats chuckles
stuck together even when they tried to take us apart
i mean the parents and our girls set for breaking our hearts
from the days of spin the bottle down to truth or dare, ride around where marijuana smoke pollutes the air
and we were concerned with being the head of the cl-ss
more concerned with which girl gave the best head in the cl-ss
kids getting beat down and left for dead in the gr-ss
why the growing up process was sped up so fast
i dunno

verse 3:
we mash through the patches of poison ivy
highway to h-ll, but all my boys beside me
sideways i felt
i had no choice but, fight me
nothing bling bling about me but my voice is icy
i’m spitting icicles to enemies till lights fl!cker
if they wanna fight fickle then here comes a knife twister
listen to the rhythm as my soul sings a story
reminiscing wisdom over old english 40s
wish i was a kid again a little before they started forcing my f-cking face with ritalin
add, adhd, and bipolar
and why the f-ck i always got a chip on my shoulder?
and why do i always sleep with hookers, slide over
no matter what had happened, god, i hoped i’d die sober
went from hot to cold and from soft to mean
blowing dope smoke looking like a fog machine
closed out the nightmares and set me off to dream till the tweak turned my skin an awkward green
but i’m back now
no longer spilling my lid and those days are dead but all the memories live

- wildcard

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