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lirik lagu riley beatss & sk8 2toxic - castro

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dead bird on the porch, omen in the feathers
i was writin’ with a tremor, tryna mimic something better
they don’t get the message, knots in my lecture
spoke in morse with a cough, whole sentence need a stretcher

sleep off balance, dreams come gritty
i was raised on rot, now i rhyme too shifty
ashtray logic, puffed through the guilt
pop’s voice in the fridge where the silence built

mind in a cast, couldn’t flex for the clout
allergic to the smiles, what’s that grin about?
chip on my tooth, bit down on the stress
every line got a limp, i don’t rap like the rest

verse 2:
blistered hands in a bag full of truths
they was handing out masks, i just tightened my noose
missed meals made the stomach talk sl!ck
now i’m cookin’ with the pain, stir it slow with a bic

flashbacks glitchin’—frame skip on the lens
talked to the mirror, didn’t recognize friends
i been drownin’ in a thought, tryna paddle through the static
all these lines too jagged, can’t package ‘em as magic
taped up soul, still leak through the seams
felt peace once—woke up, it was a dream
cracked screen prophet, thumbing through static
lost in the loop where the trauma feel automatic

tongue too sharp, couldn’t chew on the grace
so i spit what i lived, now they quote outta place
no cape, just a hoodie with the drawstrings frayed
and a voice full of rust that the reverb played

rust in my chest, lungs wheeze through the silence
scr~pe truth off the walls like dried~up violence
memory’s a maze, took the wrong left twice
now i’m loopin’ through the past, tryna splice my life

f~ckas say pray, i just stared at the faucet
drip kept time, like the clock held hostage
shoebox logic, crumpled up pride
didn’t cry at the funeral—my eyes too tied

verse 2:
bas~m~nt thoughts, mold growin’ on the verse
i sleep in my hoodie, still smellin’ the dirt
flinch at the light, but i beg for the warmth
i been diggin’ through grief tryna sharpen the form
ate shame with the crust, washed it down with regret
told myself jokes, but i ain’t laugh yet
i ghost in the mirror, fogged up from the breath
if i vanish tomorrow, would they call it a death?

outro:
tears dried in the folds of my pillowcase
stains spell scripts i ain’t tryna erase
i been scribblin’ wounds, tryna rhyme out the pain
but the beat just loops and the lines don’t change


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