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letra de failed test - xblessedus

outline of a ghost where i used to keep hope
now it’s mold on the bread soul standing in a 3 person coat, numb like novocaine scribbled my ideas like a bad joke
acting like what i said bothers n i give a f-ck bro no

mademoiselle come to my place so we can rekindle
she pulls her hands back away like a c-cked pistol, i’m just tryna handover some good c-ck don’t pull the trigger on this op cuz my words are like a verbiage missile

i’m not entitled i just wanted what you want, and maybe what you want is what i wantеd on the spot, and if it’s not than we can change thе subject to a different plot, cuz you get me all woozy baby girl you get me hot
close the curtains call the encore it’s an aug, my setlist only has around like 5 to 7 songs, and maybe i can bribe you with my credit card for top, but i go back on stage in 3 minutes so cmon
you tell me that your thinking what i’m thinkings kinda odd, you tell me to confess and go present my sins to god, i told you that i’m done and you say it’s not enough, drive away inside the tour bus while i’m finishing the job

i ain’t talked to you in weeks-i gotta get a fleet, and of course my advances ain’t been working so i take the seat
i tell you i’ve been praying but you know my nose grows
you leave me on delivered when i know you on the phone
if you don’t want me then i sorta got the message, we’re in different stages i’m on tour and you’re perfection, finally get a text and you say it’s for reflection, then yoy block my number where i directed all my questions

still i don’t give a f-ck i roll me another red
i stumble from the kitchen with a bottle straight to bed
i’m rolling down the window and i’m shouting things you said
i fall sleep around 3 and then wake up at 3 pm

a bible in my drawer must’ve left it when you left, i look at for a second and then shove it in my desk, a near death experience couldn’t get me to the blessed, throw it away for all i care i won’t stress, but if it comes back to haunt me it’s you that failed the test

i feel like my own god, own owner own fraud
don’t compare me to lord cuz i’m one step under jah
he is really real and acknowledged his son
more so a protégée cuz ill do all that he’s done
and more, that’s amoré, a pataboré, intricate with my steps call me a god of ballet, throw the keys to the rari at the feet of valet, the sky looks down at me and blows a kiss while i drive away

- xblessedus

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