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the skull eclipses - angels don't mind كلمات أغنية

this ain’t that listomania, she fall apart inside that worldstar pistolvania
sister, these northern lights be burnin’ bright if it’s the same to ya
i’ll just be here all by myself until we fly, that or we die
i’ma be instantaneous and tell you if i could feel, then i could be sentimental
experiencing suspiria, dario argento
that’s all just my memento, it’s lush backseat with a pen though
i don’t wanna be broke, i don’t wanna sell coke, i just gotta finna pay the rent, though
it’s just like uniblab, stereolab inside a pound of blue baby jag
it make me sad, i don’t ever gotta tell them that
i don’t ever gotta walk around the block just to sell them black
i’ma tell them raps and breathe and eat and sleep and die and why and welcome back
black tint in the escalade, if you gotta puff stress for days
mercury’s in retrograde and i don’t wanna be the one to have to estimate
whatever happened to being happy with nothing fine?
i just be stacking the loot up, ’cause angels never mind

back in the days, i walk through the maze and follow the sound of the bass, yo
and we just try to make the high last, she just wanna be lost in a beautiful place
now we all in the age of the high beam, every day with a little more sirenes
allahu akhbar what you said to me, there’s a ghost in the soul of promethazine
still on that “rapping for rappers” sh_t like it’s ’88ers
and all them skywriters spitting back on some now and laters
they know they get you eventually, and i don’t know why i can’t mentally
picture a life, we’re living and dying for drone strikes, ain’t all it was meant to be
we strike them drums and we stack, stack that pretty paper
back on the dime and that pinafore sh_t, never mind them city capers
they keep me stacking the loot up, but never sell a dime
won’t see a skull in the darkness, ’cause angels never mind
this supreme algebra, we spit it high calibre
maladjusted from 33 years inside of the calendar
the things that made ’em gonna be the sh_t that gon’ take ’em
this ronald reagan, this model is breaking, i’m just a pagan

this supreme algebra, we spit it high calibre
maladjusted from 33 years inside of the calendar
the things that made ’em gonna be the sh_t that’s gon’ take ’em
this ronald reagan, the model is breaking and i’m just vacant

- the skull eclipses

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