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jaront – city of souls كلمات اغاني

talking:

every day, every day. every motherf-cking day

first verse:

every day in the morning. it’s forming; swarming
transforming; i’m looking for a woman i could form with
i’m not conforming. man; what doesn’t break me; makes me.,
and nothing breaks me lately
save a ghost of emotion convulsing and cloaked in a cogent explosion
provoked and engrossed in roasted devotion. soaked in a hopeless erosion
i’m flattered they like these. i’ve combatted with pisces
straight dabbled with crises like the saint, latter day knight’s scene
for the same sat-rday night fever the rage shatters a pipe dream
a tiger can’t quite seem to change stripes motherf-cker
but an octopus does. have you forgotten the love?
are you distraught in a plunge. lost or caught in a grudge?
i suppose good things come to those who chose
not to let their feelings erode their goals, but who knows?
i’m stripped of vitriol. trying to thrive, survive, stay alive
i live in a hole; it’s a pivotal role in this gritty old little fold. (city of souls)

hook:
(t. ross)
city of souls. where we ever grow old
we only grow to p-ss the ego
fire to your ice. wind to your earth
captivate to activate the third
city of souls. where we ever grow old
we only grow to p-ss the ego
fire to your ice. wind to your earth
captivate to activate the third

bridge :
hate and love, they flow in an ebb tide
highways above, rising over the head vibe
a decision could change you. religion could tame you
even daily while you stay true, through the years is it the same you?
through the spontaneous chain of the zaniest craziest range of miscellaneous thangs
arranged are the angriest brainiest laziest hazy appraisal and thanks
zen is tough to clutch while looking for some money and drugs
s-x is a drug: a f-cking rush. i need somebody to love though
my whole life my hopes and fears circle cyclical
sometimes i try to cry yet my tears turned to icicles
try to find a kin mind: let the hours unfold
this line’s mine. signed inside to use my powers foretold
with a powerful hold on each perspective i will beast the beat in sections
ether wrecking preconceptions. please just keep it peace i’m resting
and can’t argue with results. we are star dew with a pulse
half focused: the other half’s all impulsive and engulfed in this (city of souls)
hook

third verse:

this is for the misfits: outcasts: livid
i’ll flip this scripting of the down cats; hip kids
leaving here i’ll speak to people drowning in a sea of beer
i’ll keep it real. i need a clearer meaning here. i’m seeking a start
near and i’m far. keeping a scar. leaving a part of a piece of a star
weaving a mark of a theme in my art i’m leaking the heart of a dream in a bar
my weed in a jar: a door open and closed
the core spoken in prose. some more broken than most
those who try to fight ya. crabs in a silo
if you ply fine china don’t drag in a rhino
i despise a violent 5 o while their badge is an idol
psycho societal. i know. why go there? i go
find sometimes that three and three makes five
and every thing takes something. that’s why we take time
in the vigil untold livings are sold for obsidian coals. i pity ya souls
i guess it’ll grow; if it’s a goal i’ll give it a go in this (city of souls)
hook

- jaront

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