lirik lagu blckbrd. - mylar
[saliva grey]
i can’t focus on these b~tches, i can’t f~ck with all these hoes
all on my sack, they just some rats
and they frantically wanna blow
got the ash all on my fit, i just be wearing all the smoke
innards are black, i turned to plaque
the saliva’s a darker tone
i been stomping on you f~ckers, the numbers ain’t doin nothin
but foggin’ up all ya vision you barely got a pot to p~ss in
can’t stand with the way y’all listen to everything and pretending
like you got all the f~cking answers
no plan and you barely living b~tch
runnin’ that train wit 44
sick wit that f~cking scope though
been on my sh~t, boy the grey never miss
you know who got that flow, so
f~ckin impeccable hoe
sally went f~ckin dolo
think i done seen a mole i know the number, the avogadro
digits on my mental since grey was a f~ckin jit tho
had that gap all in my dental, the target’ll make the missile
comin up, it ain’t accidental, y’all piddle, y’all f~cking paddle
you baby so here ya rattle
you sheep or you f~cking cattle boy?
i ain’t no picasso, just spitting sh~t with my eyes low
send me to f~cking nether i sever the f~cking light tho
why y’all wanna cry tho, complain and then f~cking lie hoe
way they be f~cking acting it’s making me homicidal
all these muhf~ckers really be talking a lot
they preaching about
how the f~ck we living but they under a rock
i suffer in silence
y’all just be whining
go and post up on yo story think that we give a f~ck? i don’t
wanna spend another godd~mn day up on this godd~mn plane
i’m finna c~ck then bang on ’em
grey so godd~mn jaded, whole world turned vein
so imma turn it grey on ’em
[blckbrd]
big l on your forehead, luigi
consolidate, consolidate i’m sick of pushing a squeegee
pull the hammer back, i let off that sh~t like king dedede
imma let yo balloon pop ‘cus that sh~t faker than richard heene’s
it’s too easy
got depleting serotonin
deceit is slowly eroding me
the steel reloaded
if i was at the wheel it’d total me
i hope relief is comin but a muhf~cka can dream, huh
if life was really a movie, i’da skipped past most of them scenes, huh
tongue so deeply silver it’s a muhf~ckin’ fork
i’m still that same old jit, just minus them newports on the porch
i don’t talk to no f~ckin fed, i’m still averted to pork
ain’t no motherf~cker ready for when brd come uncorked
you in the splatter zone, give ’em a poncho
i’m in deep, i tickle her tonsil
they always attackin’ a windmill
so i’m sharp with the wit, like sancho
y’all cats, y’all p~ss, los gatos
her back arch logo mcdonald’s
y’all words ain’t worth no sh~t
think you should get some legal counsel
you entitled, try for more
i’m the tiles in the morgue
sticky tape, ekg blank
so all my vitals looking bored
body crushed under the pressure
like the mush inside a s’more
if you ain’t intimidated by us
you been misinformed
word salad with the thousand island added on the side
lotta dollar signs
devil tell you “find the dotted line”
used to drink that cheap moscato, now we sippin’ proper wine
gritting t~~th and grinning through chagrin to hit that shot in time
don’t wanna spend another godd~mn second
in this godd~mn depression
all them thoughts incessantly
spin, i’m godd~mn fed up
i keep turnin’ my head
n0body watch my neck but me
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