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letra de spoken word - you

now up out, of bounce, em’ other sc-m i’d screw him down, upon
stout as thick as gents of our stomachs grewed, of thou, of on
sick of all em’ know-it-alls who try and pick it
you could never like a vision
you ain’t never tried to sense, “allow” is off
grew up missin even
a cru; uhh… gets of bein’
listen, rue, to and too his in losin’ you, didn’t mean it
forget the route i’m in. you leave of doubt, a rout umm… when?
up to any how the recent broken wing can pounce again
but uhh, many found the weeknd won’t to piece of mouths
pals seem bound about no seize in account
throw σs out to mount, know seeing amount
step foot, crowd now, proceed to a joust
know ego games and vanity’s a quick “hi!”
instead, miz take. the people makin’, managing a wish wise?
a man and me of which, “whys?”
a fantasy? uhh… went high?
grand, candid canvas paintin’ chants of me to switch sides
reach up out, is ruler, em’ ghouls do meaner, he hit my
region, now his gruesome medulla free, her, me, get by
so bizarre, eye, you won’t believe it
pr-ne, any word like shoot live as open theatres
root like it’s rock’s fire holdin’ trees in
knot light, supposed to be
low is key, move spite whom died, no achievement
the straw that broke the camel’s back
less, seven is evan, fargo, hem, attack
star’s soul lift, darhma as all em’ and dat
“aug,” “muah” of nhoj on full, ditchin’ at
reel, said-dis crèche, em’ that’s “ours?” oh, griffin’s stat
in twiz, will meet and twizzle, witt’s, hmm… aren’t, end those in get of lacked?
meet and pick opponents, meat, and poignant thrown overboard
live and leave em’ void, of ree, emotion, known comatose
risen reason show it sole
-ceive-, a limit, know it owe
prison peen, a pack a cynic, match of him in odium
congruent lower long shots
hittin’ as mr. soros almost screwin’ over hong kong
vivid intimate notion you could soon oppose of god’s god
strict within the hole you knew you’d rue, erode in hot rocks
wonk of ring, uhh… rong, he reap of loot. we boat the bot, but…
the grim is in devotion of his duty goin’ long, shot
crimson rose of businesses and rooting cold, the con knocks
witches owe vindictiveness to whom she so applauds off
nowadays, rap is subjective. i think, bad excuse
another way to rap as empty as you can to attribute?
vilis if you haven’t, me, have viewed as being that as beaut
given these are facts and he is sitting easy at the pew

- you

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