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letra de girl scout cookies - xia-dawn

[chorus]
black veil, no sleep, infected, dirty
pleasure starts to make me worry, caution lines getting blurry
grim tales, lonely, checkered, birdy
smoke appears to make a journey, everything is looking murky
demons, locus, burning, potions
summer started and i’m frozen, know i’m weak with my emotions
cookies, choke us, split through oceans
animate my own motions, one frame with no focus

[verse 1]
grow my own clouds, harvest thunder in the rain
with the holes in my umbrella leaving more than just a stain
if submission is my mistress then temptation i abstain
clearing sc-m that’s undercover and still lingers in my drain
thin skin, thin mints, heavy smoke, lotta gin
porcelain without a rim, all net it’s going in
fried shrimp, red squint, devil kiss, born in sin
double dip, bucket binge, any side could really win
broad-stroke chauffeur, broad strokes with no words
dueling mirror images purged
so i slay the phantom you swerve
arrow turning in to a curve
so i bow to a bow on a ship reciting a curse
dutchman tailors me a new verse
but some day like a mermaid maybe it could just merge
melting pot i make it stir till this witch brew glows
chasing waves is to tow every influence you know
i won’t sink inside a flow that i weathered from the blow so

[verse 2]
fake -ss rappers, all off topic
internet filters claiming they’re all prophets
lames who facilitate a faucet with water
could never lecture me about what really makes you stronger
thinking that you’re different cuz you’re black and wear converse
hipster -ss lames that are trap music converts
blood sucking parasites apparent if you ponder
duplicates of duplicates an army made of cargittes
claiming to be martians without unique features
so you feature with each other on this clout hopping procedure
rapping formulaic leisure from these weaning bottom feeders
if you never push the meter you remain inside a bottle
a ship to sail synthetic gl-ss clairvoyant of tomorrow
the future soon predictable for sales is surely hollow
pr-ne to expectations that a common wh-r- will swallow
so your brand new murcielago an illusion cruising treadmills

[chorus]

- xia dawn

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