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letra de the aftertaste - wombat

[chorus]
so what does death taste like?
i know the aftertaste, it’s hard to shake
i nearly passed away on father’s day
reminiscing on my past mistakes
yeah i know the casket’s waiting it ain’t far away
and people laughing at my pain it’s getting hard today
they don’t even know i’m suicidal in the dark and i can’t spark a flame
i’m just another blip of an artist up in the market of the database
so who gives a f-ck what my bars would say
[verse 1]
yeah, if these were my last words i hope they never remember mе like forgetting the password
lеt the past burn, fill the flask, triple dropping pingers til’ my heart hurts
i’ve been living silly since i can’t learn
i’ve been feeling different since my nana and my pop passed
wish i could just pop past, visit them but nah word
yeah, i’m feeling distant from my father, feeling distant from my brother, feeling distant from my ma
feeling sh-t, cos’ i haven’t had a mix
feeling scattered mixing valium and bricks
it’s a habit that i haven’t yet to kick
i used to mix my xannies with my pingers and then have a little fit
what an actual little b-tch
just an addict but as tragic as it is, i ain’t trafficking or trapping, i ain’t clapping with a ting
i ain’t stabbing with a shiv
i ain’t rapping bout’ that cr-p cos’ i been rapping what i live
what the f-ck am i doing with my life?
yeah, they say my music helps em’ all cope with the woes and the stress
but i still feel like a joke and this bloke is close to the edge
if you haven’t noticed yet
broken, emotional wreck
overdosed on my death bed, i’m supposed to be dead
thank the lord i’m still here every moment i’m blessed
i’m so over the top it’s going over your head
but they still think i’m in over my head
i just smoke up a sesh
[chorus]
what does death taste like?
i know the aftertaste, it’s hard to shake
i nearly passed away on father’s day
reminiscing on my past mistakes
yeah i know the casket’s waiting it ain’t far away
and people laughing at my pain it’s getting hard today
they don’t even know i’m suicidal in the dark and i can’t spark a flame
i’m just another blip of an artist up in the market of the database
so who gives a f-ck what my bars would say

[verse 2]
yeah, lazy pr-ck
looking for a way to quit
people think i made it, go f-ck your face in, don’t take the p-ss
starting gaining weight but now i’m losing it and gaining sh-t
i haven’t eaten for a couple days it f-cken makes me sick
shake a fix
scribble on the page i think i made a hit
i’ll maybe make it big, nah this sh-t is whack, i’m erasing it
yeah, i can’t catch a break, what a way to live
lemme paint a picture, i’ll try explain and portray this sh-t
fans that say i [?] i missed a chance and that my fame is slipping away and my new songs don’t hit the same and they hate this sh-t
my friends are saying i changed, i lost my ways and just say i’m tripping but really i’m just afraid to admit that i’m caving in
blake just messaged me saying that i should take a risk and give it my all because i could become the greatest australian rapper that may exist
i just gotta be patient and stay persistent but
maybe i wasn’t made for this
maybe this is on my [?] or maybe it is
but i can’t make a decision
been stuck in the same position for ages
and i been awake for days and tripping as if it’s a matrix
i think it’s a simulation, i’m wigging seeing their faces split
maybe i just imagined it, maybe i did
i’m f-cken going crazy
doesn’t matter cos either way i’m still getting faded using it as a way to escape from it
cos if i don’t then imma go insane and blow my brains out all over taylor
no one can save me now and i’m breaking down
i think it’s too late, i can’t take it
don’t think i’ll make it out
i don’t think i can stay around
yeah, at least when i’m medicated i’m safe and sound
even though satan’s watching me and he’s been waiting for the day that i-
f-ck! get the f-ck out of my head!

[satan]
no!

- wombat

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