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congregate - big melancholy lyrics

[intro: btd spectre]
(f*ck)
ayy, ayy, ayy (f*ck)
ayy (f*ck), ayy (shoot)
ayy, (shoot)
ayy (f*ck), ayy (shoot)
ayy (f*ck)
ayy (shoot), ayy (f*ck)
ayy (shoot)
ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy

[verse 1: btd spectre]
dancing for the grave, i’m way departed everyday
it’s like the devil got a hold of plenty things
stuck in a way, i’m floating, sinking, flip the page
it’s all the same, get out my way
i’d rather live alone and deal with all the issues
give and take, i’m always hard to pass
the problem like a trip, but only pills upon it
crush it, fill my nose, it’s no mistake that i’m a f*ck up
living soul that’s heavy spinning, waste away
i need a break from all the people causing problems everyday
shoutout to the motherf*ckers keeping me awake
evеry moment that i’m living, wishing, got me herе to stay
and spread my word to let you know that in a moment it’s okay to feel depressed
angry? let it go and smoke another j
rather be unnoticed, not a f*cker walking me down
steady, focus, aiming at your head, i’m taking the crown
pressing b*ttons, blowing up your function
never in doubt that i’m a son of the servant with threes inside of the crowd, f*ck
slow stroke, hand on a sword
hoes broke, don’t hit up my phone
long pr*ne to smoke in my room
i thought like the womb, was born to the tomb
my skull froze in a lake
i wait here to stay, won’t pray, need to fix your face
lay dead in the bottom of my grave
looking up to all the face, faces here, they always showing up late, f*ck
[verse 2: big melancholy]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
f*cked up off the meds, i’ve been taking some trips to heaven gates
i’m f*cking your little b*tch, make a wish, i’m saying “if i had to take money—” f*cked in the head
i don’t need no time to go— how to play?
b*tch, i ain’t a peasant, i’m a shooter, but if they come play like oxycontin
often poppin’ all up in my f*ckin’ coffin
she just want to save me, it’s too late, i’m already too right
pain inside my stomach, tired, not to make me f*ckin’ nauseous
f*ck it, i’m a problem, all and off myself to f*cking stop it
any motherf*cker ever talking never watched it
i done came up from the flame, b*tch
i’m insane of the underground and fallen angel
i’m the one they always have to talk about
but when in*person, they be acting funny, ain’t no talking loud

[outro: big melancholy]
b*tch, i’ve been ripping that six sixty*six
i’m a pr*ck when it comes to the darkest, it’s my bliss
take a p*ss and i get all the blood off of my wrist
blood drips from the blade in my hand, like, this is it
b*tch, i’ve been ripping that six sixty*six
i’m a pr*ck when it comes to the darkest, it’s my bliss
take a p*ss and i get all the blood off of my wrist
blood drips from the blade in my hand, like, this is it, lil’ b*tch

- big melancholy lyrics

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