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twat – sharp enough كلمات اغاني

i’m sewing seeds to grow a garden of hardened pardons
the likes of which the world has never had the heart to harvest
and i promise to doc-ment the bones like a tourist with rabies
excavating caged emotions to pile up the maybes
baby boomers gave birth to the generation x , y’s, and z’s
it’s an alphabet soup spelling bee, but where does that leave me?
climbing up the ladder to later fall, crack my jaw
and hit the ground running like “yes, yes, y’all!”
no, no, gnaw the wound till pain misconstrues truth
humans don’t embrace change, so we’re already doomed
we swoon in plumes of smoke while we shrivel up like prunes
goonies never say die, but i don’t weep for sheep; do you?
i’m an opportunistic dipsh-t who spits like atoms splitting
but all my (ex) girlfriends just say i’m a beautiful broken nosed cynic.
it’s a gloomy afternoon and i’m drinking in my bedroom
so if you look up to me i honestly feel bad for you

yo yo, living just to rhyme is a no no
i got the flow honed, but there’s no bones
in my bread box. so i shed thoughts
that are sharp enough to stick you like an ox

i’m “so what!”ing whatever false pride you conjure up
some might think it’s a front, but honestly i don’t give a f-ck!
every scene is complete bullsh-t, f-ck the kids!
they cloak their back-stabs behind rose colored eyelids
i dug a ditch and i’m diving in, who’s coming with?
i’m living my life like your rules don’t exist
we’re on the edge of an abyssal apex;
a day an age where rebellion is as risky as safe s-x
they have latex opinions, sterile and flashy
but their knowledge of the culture came straight out of the trash heap
where do you go when you’ve already sunk into uncharted depths?
i’ve held my breath for so long that i’m already brain dead
i mean, it takes a lot of sh-t to make your eyes brown
but it’s already falling out of your mouth so why stop now?
i’m inside out like a dirty shirt, i put in work like a swarm of locusts
and i’ll do it ’til i’m dead), yo, f-ck a 2 week notice!

yo yo, living just to rhyme is a no no
i got the flow honed, but there’s no bones
in my bread box. so i shed thoughts
that are sharp enough to stick you like an ox

i’m sewing sequins onto the carc-ss of what was
heartless kids hiding their tongues behind their numb gums
drug buzz was the only free fire escape they saw
so they sit and spin, swallow every thought, unhinge the jaw
hurrah! at last their laughs are dignified by fine print
huzzah! their glares are mummified inside of time spent
like lint in my pocket, even cookie cutters touch the cold earth
they’re sticking forks in sockets like “oorah soldier!”
i should have drank my folgers, all is fair when taxed and traded
intuition is merely fanfare if only shoulder shrugs are premeditated
medicate or meditate; either way you’re merely coping
but i’ve got no room to talk with home much dope i have been smoking
this whole thing must be a bad joke told -ss backwards
from here on out i’m attacking anyone who’s blathering with wack words!
i’m exploding in reverse, i am slowly taking form
i am scorching pulp with malice while you can barely keep it warm

- twat

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