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letra de c4 - yck

[intro: soap.]
ayy, ayy, ayy
pop out constraints like i’m made of c4
i’m undebatably a f-ckin’ freak show
i walked away from they inflated egos
ayy, ayy, ayy, what?

[verse 1: soap.]
pop out constraints like i’m made of c4
i’m undebatably a f-ckin’ freak show
i walked away from they inflated egos
watch em’ turn to rubble in a nutsh-ll, i been known
hate to bring the pressure b-tch, you never keep up
and even at your best, you b-tches bend and freeze up
extra special message for whoever needs one
i could end whoever no regret to feel
i’m f-ckеd up, remember, do or diе like it’s last night
half life, do we have time to react right?
fasten my attention to the matters of the second
never grasped the fifth dimension till’ it shattered on my skull
trepidation, anxious
blank pages, impatience
shapeshifted the shame, dissipation
ain’t fixing the past but my pace been abrasive the waste change into gold
where i stand
in between me and you
they’d have to take half to see me through, ayy, ayy
way past what they been doing
lame interpretations while
i’m burning up the pages
not concerned, discerning hatred from irrational blame
next to why i’m aching, it’s all laughable ain’t it?
i took the crash out and saved it
i took the bad out of anguish
and aftermath of the man i was
is the man i been chasing i made it back, b-tch
[bridge: yck]
if the good die young, then imma’ f-cking live forever, ayy, yuh
if the good die young, then imma, ah

[verse 2: yck]
if the good die young, then imma’ f-cking live forever
ditch my physical form my impact, you couldn’t have measured
you cannot modify shifting or stop inevitabilties
overridden by panic, programmed innately this will to breathe, i’m
leaving em’ all on hush mode, ain’t one for conversation
i couldn’t be bothered, i will be donezo for my improper statements
i think that’s enough elusion, removing dreamed up conclusions
and no the f-ck you ain’t glowing, that’s cause i debuffed the lumens
waiting out the half life, a heathen in my past life
but in the present, cannot say i’ve been wronging my past rights
rules for thee but not for me, i’m never obedient
boutta’ phone who’s expedient, termination’s immediate
gone to escapism and better not to a state prison
a total loss of cognition like maybe, why do i stay hidden?
i disappear like criss angel, evading what all we caught up in
press delete and complete it commanding, that’s my prerogative

- yck

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