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sakaree & desolate lands - master of the craft كلمات أغنية

[act ii: spite]

[intro]
uhhh_ uhh_
yeppp
desolation radio
bringing ruination back from 1645
pour up that mana pot, baby

[verse 1]
i see you’re back to black, stomach caves hold the bats
i got 9 lives & 8 of them spent on women h_llbent
that therapist you chat to couldn’t help the guilt you lack
the wounds i stack are deep, ain’t a simple cat scratch (nope)
i wake up 3am, short of breath & panic
always on attack, chip in my defences, see them showing cracks (yuppp)
the mental turns to maze when i ain’t smacked
feet cramping crazy, tip toeing over all the thumbtacks (yupppppp_)
the eggsh_lls snap, another screaming match
i got real trauma from the way you handle love
rough, therе ain’t no going back (nope)
i travelled halfway cross thе map for your warm tender meaning till i saw the facts (no)
you’re rotten to the core, how could you give up so fast
i’m wondering if it was ever real or just a quick laugh (yup)
the math ain’t mathing, had me pathing back to mums gaff
sinister, spinning webs of lies, master of the craft
[interlude]
ancient magic muzick
desol_
(hurting bad bruvva, f_ckin ell)
(literally)
desolation bankroll boys

[verse 2]
i sit in solitude & watch the incense wilt
smell of solace heavy in the air, my world on tilt (yup)
its couple people that i wish i ain’t misplace
the memories stitched on the mental like old quilts (yes they are)
at the end of the day it’s all spilt milk
ego thru the roof, sitting shaky on the thin stilts (yupp)
dragons head in my hand, sword in the hilt
_rs_ on the throne overlooking all i’ve built (yup)
its criss_cross in my heart like patterns on a kilt (on a kilt)
true colours show, peeped it all when you tried to jilt (yuppp)
juxtaposed sentience, true negligence
show some reverence, fix up & swallow all your guilt (swallow it)
the midi sit against my fingertips smooth as silk
sugar won’t help with the taste when the drink distilled (nah)
the lump in my throat hefty, it’s a tough pill
wallow in my envy, plenty fish but it’s all krill (yeaaa)

[verse 3]
i need a big catch to fill the sp_ce up in my bill
gall of it all, i’m selling gas like hank hill (yuuuup)
sank right into pits of my blight
sitting in the sights of the devil, hear he’s going for the k!ll (bang)
i push through it non stop, unbroken will
unspoken, but i still heard it all n felt the chill (felt it)
i still got the memories on the mental piece
quotes on the walls & deep trauma on the windowsill
i’m drowning in a sea of doubt & i ain’t got a gill
back on home turf, feet first, big shoes to fill (yup)
a wolf in sheep’s wool, warmer than the sun
words drill through the drum, every sentiment you said was shrill
me and my demons steady spar, up 3 nil
do it till i’m dead, limbs severed but i’m standing still (yuppp)
you tried to hit me with the finisher, but i reversed it
real wizard, pen my verses cursive, feather & a quill
[outro]
real pain
real f_cking pain, real f_cking_ sorrow, agony
stacking ’em

- sakaree desolate lands

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