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11th kid - 90s bambino lyrics

remember triple 7
you’re f*ckin with 11 kid yr f*ckin with 11
i’m like the seventh child of the man that wrote in letter
the copper cross he carried is with all of my black feathers

and i’m like change the static, leave it all in dust
i pull up in yr attic and yr pipes start to rust
yr house to settle and you know it’s time to settle things
red eyes on the corner shining glare glimpses that you blink
i’mma f*ckin kid yeah but i’m a f*ckin savage
teenwitch with the blessings if i want it i can ravagе
in your collarbones like the wintеr says it’s on
the shivers that you make is like a passion in the cold
and i’m like stunner cold… do you really have me?
do you really want me? if you wanted you could ravage me
if you played your moves right in my f*ckin game
and called up my phone everytime that i’m in pain

if you’re smart enough you can just reach to my heart
break open my ribcages and tore it apart
i’m used to it, i’m used to that, i knew it since the start
i put myself in pain just so i can f*ckin laugh

and you call me something, lucifer, fearsome
rising on the desert just to know that i’m your reason
i’m the son of horus you can’t f*ck with the sun child
rubystar around me i can only hear bass loud

remember triple 7
you’re f*ckin with 11 kid yr f*ckin with 11
i’m like the seventh child of the man that wrote in letter
the copper cross he carried is with all of my black feathers

and i’m like cut through me, use me as your blade
i can be your nightmare find me in the darkest shade
silhouette of evil shining white upon the night
yeah i f*cked up these centuries i swear i’ll do it right

i’m speaking on my visions and there’s a reason for it
i cannot see the reasons my emotional’s pouring
triple numbers ’round me now i think that i’m eternal
future boygirl babe never gone back to infernal
babe i was in h*ll once, don’t plan to come back
all these spirits on me laura palmer on my neck
fire walks inside me like i spill it all on that
and i swear 2 god i could see them in the back of my last set…

remember triple 7
you’re f*ckin with 11 kid yr f*ckin with 11
i’m like the seventh child of the man that wrote in letter
the copper cross he carried is with all of my black feathers

- 90s bambino lyrics

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