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sybyr - fifteenthcentury كلمات الأغنية

[chorus]
you can call me mackovich, crazy as a cabbage kid
sittin’ on recliners, i’m a finna be the average
appetizing navigance, bars are made to do damages
benefit my state of mind, i don’t know what’s happenin’

[verse 1]
send snippets of a story, never heard of
silence all the drama, the people are always under us
f-ck with us, leave a mark on anyone who touches us
make em’ feel a buzz, decapitated and leaved in the dust
black skies, always dangerous at 12 noon
look upon the moon, they will all return soon
smirk looks, dirty books like i was stealing some knowledge
i’m all about whatever, turn around don’t speak
i’m famished, let me slice -ss cheek before i vanish
ridin’ horseback to my house on the mountains
random neighbours infiltrate, i’m astounded
i lost my self some an action d-mn, i guess i’m grounded

[verse 2]
always in the cut like i was waldo, in 63′
makin up some make-believe, for the time being
pressurized by nature and all it’s wild schemes
it’s not the reason that i’m never seen
the king is always in the cut, like a pair of sneaky scissors
gnawing at your organs and feeding em’ to wolves
barkin cause they’re happy at the sacrifice your making
cash, credit, and debit is all that they’ll be taking
now the sky is sad, nearly p-ssin’ all the liquor out
k!llin’ all the flowers, plus the sourness and drippin’ out
everything is sh-tty, no pity, because we pretty
1449, forever remained to a mystery

- sybyr

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