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.33 delirium - 9-shooter كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
try to tell me how to do it, now they f_cking with my music
know the difference when they talking down, advise it, don’t confuse it
in between it like a toothpick, i f_ck sh_t up just to do it
that blade that you bought is useless unless you planning to use it
cutting up my bags and [?] fly to europe, just planning
28 [?] managing all my damage
but pockets were feeling famished, to open my eyes to vanish
came back now i’m upper_handed
[?] struggle, maximum damage

[verse 2]
wasting days to wake up and waste away what [?] to gain
it got me feeling back to those days up on that window pane
but i became a paper plane, flew away, i’m еscaping pain
well i’m still holding onto some demons, i keep a razor bladе
[?] i hope he got a problem, hope he run up, get a rush
you don’t want no problems? b_tch, that’s really what i want
put a 12 in your body b_tch, pistol grip pump
don’t ask me for your flowers b_tch, i don’t got none

[verse 3]
lonely on my own, she walking lonesome down this road
i made my bands and keep it lowkey cause it’s [?]
but life is like a movie as my character folds
i see the workings of reality, my hatred starts to grow
to relief of the release of a pharmaceutical [?]
my inner_peace is far from here but it’s somewhere i strive to go
feeling something must be better than feeling nothing at all
that’s why i’m always getting high and i get anxious when i smoke
[verse 4]
like f_ck it i get up and [?] it with no discussion
got you running for your money, [?] and then i gun it (brrrah)
[?] for my [?], i think that they feelin’ threatened
how i’m f_cking up the scene man i feel like a lethal weapon
b_tch be careful where you steppin’, twin snakes and they packing venom
i got cobras, i got mambas, could aim them in your direction
be careful with interjection, you really not interested
i struggle to feel affection for all of your f_cking b_tchin’

[verse 5]
i don’t give a f_ck and that’s a common misconception
‘less we talking ’bout the pack, i think the zaza need a [?]
thc and nicotine, i’m nostalgic with [?] recollections
watch him take a noose to his neck and then barely leave a message (f_ck)
[?] in a coma, couldn’t leave a message (f_ck)
mixing in my soda cause i can’t forget it
i could never [?] to what the people ’round me lost
the only thing that keeps me here is knowing that i’m _beep_

[verse 6]
feeling disconnection, i think they call this depression
addiction is taking hold and i hope [?]
twin blades for my protection, for better holding a weapon
but i wanted the .38 just to shoot it out like a texan
feeling my trajection has compromised the direction
but ain’t n0body help from the sidelines, they just inspecting
i wait until they comfortable, hoping to catch you slipping
dodge banana peels and then throw the banana clip in
a victim of a vision [?]
the water getting murky, i can’t see nothing beside me
f_ck a mention, this is pointless and simply self_expression
i could blow your dome in two minutes and thirty seconds _gunshot_

- 33 delirium

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