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lirik lagu dangerfield - stale

he a zombie, walking dead ya
evan’s talking off his head again
so cr-ss and mean, quit asking me
sum “how ya been?” cuz imma always give the same answer
go brain cancer, dude be serious
delirious and blind amongst the living, kind, and curious

the stale corpse
spitting stuff up, only vomit
on the trail for
a newer life to offer tonic

best you sail north
cause there ain’t nothing out here for you
we ain’t never ever cordial
and my zomboys might engorge you

we go ed,edd, and eddy
we red, dead, and ready
turn brains to confetti
and innards spaghetti
while maiming your chest we

never get rest, least, we dying
lying we left, kept the frightened
side-eying, cayenne we frying
along with diced sides of simon

connor, michael, ike, james, and tiffany
whiskers and antihistamines
history books, and lysterine
mister we cooking, misery
all up in the sk!llet, and drizzle a bit of the sin it
could use a drip of the tidbits, i simmered in lost beginnings

anybody want a taste?
i feel my talent’s a waste
i treat my life as a joke
blowing my time way like smoke

go with the rhymes as i float
choke and regurgitate hope
slow with motion of known
that i ain’t nothing but stolen

flows, beats, drums, and a melody
life must be for the better me
cuz currently i’m burning the thought of ever accomplishing
anything other than awfully slaying my angels
severed they ankles, and turned all my morales to failures

now imma lost cause bye bye
i mean why go on and why try
i ain’t vibing with the right side
i think i’m better off inside pine

i kid i go as hard as might guy
and flow and fly high, i’d better not die
this ain’t the right time, my mama ain’t crying
till i’m out rhyming with the most high

and when i go night, my ghost will go on
my souls a broke song, it stays and plays and plays
and goes insane, i ain’t behave, i’ll raise the grave
and turn this place and hate up into paste

i just berate the fakes, and brake the gates
bust in and wave my mace up in his face
show god my traits and pray i never waste them more
another poor lost soul in creation lore

i’m just-
too stale!

- lirik lagu dangerfield

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