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godemis - digits- 6.0 كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: godemis]
i’ve been watching opera hopping up around in here
say whatever comes to mind it feels like i’m finna
rearrange your brain like i was doctor mindbender
dipping in the van that’s got the little round window
why i’m up at this hour, i did it with a cup of joe
keep a couple mason jars, i think that’s where the guts’ll go
just because you paint your face you’re not a f-cking juggalo
cut off your tweetin fingers, cook ’em up in e-v-double-o
we are here to entertain
losers in the winner’s lane
people casting looks when i’m like “dude i didn’t get a chance”
all i ever wanted was a shot and so i can’t complain
cut us open plain and drew the inspiration from the pain
this is black magic, f-ggot, you cannot carry the flame
hard to hold a candle standing in november rain
satisfy the deevil even still some sort of temper came
off hilter-kilter made his father f-cking music strange

[hook: info gates (godemis)]
well i am so high that i can finger f-ck pigeons
point your finger at me, your finger’s f-cking missing
(man listen, mind your manners get back can you dig it?
i’m a leave out this mother holding a bag full of digits)
well i am so high, finger-f-ck a pigeon
point your finger at me, your finger’s f-cking missing
(man listen, mind your manners get back can you dig it?
i’m a leave out this mother holding a bag full of digits
dig it?)

[interlude: info gates]
what cause you not ces, f-ck this guy, huh? huh!?

[verse 2: info gates]
i’m sipping liquor, sitting on this head of a decapitated rapper
while i write another chapter that’s full of murder and laughter
i was last spotted (where?)
at a hostel out in berlin
german women with turbans bringing me bourbons
i’m secured inside, bulletproof curtains
wearing a shirt, “that’s nice”, it’s made out of your skin
i got a hungry dog at home that eats turd nuggets
if i feed him fingers he eats them like “sure f-ck it”
so watch where y’all be pointing those at, seeking see
my family
[?] at a stampede
no plan-b
that means
probably heading back to jail
i don’t really sweat it though, gode says he’s got the bail
if not i flee the country, but first plant some evidence, (where?)
in the house of the ex-president’s residence
hit a republican up with the right, throwing a left on the liberal
hit ’em like pitbull
making it rain at his show
let’s go

[hook: info gates (godemis)]
well i am so high that i can finger f-ck pigeons
point your finger at me, your finger’s f-cking missing
(man listen, mind your manners get back can you dig it?
i’m a leave out this mother holding a bag full of digits)
well i am so high, finger-f-ck a pigeon
point your finger at me, your finger’s f-cking missing
(man listen, micromanage get back can you dig it?
i’m a leave out this mother holding a bag full of digits
dig it?)

- godemis

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