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letra de 5am in glenorchy - wombat

yeah
yeah

after this i’ll be forgotten like the coffin slammed
broken promises, empty bottles and contraband
where i’m from it’s like gotham city or zombie land
everyone’s either getting on it or geting off their head
they love to hate me cuz
even some of my opps are fans
took a shot and miss like the chopper jammed
im impossible to hit with holotips like an apparition or hologram
i gotta make this work
it’s my only option
i got a plan

said i’d be a star, they didn’t think i was sirius
i ripped the fragment of sp-ce in half and then reconfigured it
they chip away at my heart like they’re michelangelo
with the hammer and chisel
but they still act like they give a sh-t
just be cautious coz you could turn me into a hypocrit
ill stab you in the back
just consider it inconsiderate
i’m still the angel of death
these ain’t even lyrics
its more like biblical scripture
but some still think that i’m spiritless
devil on my shoulder just waiting to see me with h-rns
fallen angel, i’m praying to see my wings sp-wn
i question god like dear lord
why on earth did you pick me to live for?
must be something to live for
hundreds of messages and missed calls
that i’ve ignored
leave me the f-ck alone
i’ve been struggling with these withdrawals
it’s like i’m playing tug-a-war in the middle of a blizzard
twister and sh-tstorm, rain’s p-ss pouring
ironic
coz i ain’t got a lot of drip and i’m p-ss poor
it’s like i’m stuck in a trip, my vision gets distorted
tryna crawl out of a bottomless pit, but i keep falling
wanna give up and quit, until i ring jordan
he tells me sammy go and tear up the booth!
i know it’s hard but remember i used to get on the bupe
well i’ve been clean for over a year now, but i’m stressed about you
i’m not suprised you got off the pipe cuz, i expected you to
and now you’re clear headed, just look how much better you’ll do
(f-ck)
indigo’s right
making music is a thing that i was destined to do
the stress and pressure had stewed, (f-ck)
a thousand miles, they couldn’t take a step in my shoes
so i- so i
so i’ll take shot after shot, til the cartridge empty
they good at making art, but with bars they ain’t half as deadly
they sleeping on me, a mix or narcan and narcolepsy
best rapper alive on the planet, we’ve seen for half a century

open up a portal then teleport thru the astral plane
reach the end of the galaxy, then i travel back again
i’m having one last crack at this rapping game
coz next time i’ll ghost, i dunno if i’m coming back again

open up a portal then teleport thru the astral plane
reach the end of the galaxy, then i travel back again
i said i;m having one last crack at this rapping game
coz next time i’ll ghost, i dunno if i’m coming back again

- wombat

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