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contribute//manifest - pseudodemonio lyrics

[contribute]
woke up in the morning, drank a fifth, and smoked the pain away
cabble talkin’ kendrick had ’em ask her if she prayed today
murder on my mind i’ma have to beat that murder case
behead the f*ckin’ judge it’s a promise i’ma beat the claim

beat the b*tch, jack my f*ckin’ jacker then i eat the b*tch
cold tail touch my skin’ promise i’ma heat the b*tch
sl*t her out kick her to the curb i don’ street the b*tch
start with 10*1 had her stupid ass compete the b*tch

runnin’ rampant with the f*ckin’ colt
i bless the b*tch with hope
tie her f*ckin’ legs and hands in rope
and serve her to the pope

slice a f*ckin’ anagram
in uncle sam
to f*ck the country
knife gon’ glide
our lives can’t coincide
so swallow cyanide

i’m white like toms from maine
see i can’t complain. about the pain
thats in my f*ckin’ chest i’ll hope it goes away
and if it don’t i’ll take the f*ckin’ blade and cut the f*ckin’ block of black sludge they call my f*ckin’ heart and smoke some f*ckin’ rock
put my glasses on the hat and hoodie combo get the night right
i’m walking i ain’t got no aim checking out the nightlife
lookin’ at the stars in her eyes like a night light
sad that i’ma have to do this to you love yo life, ight?

burlap bag on her head we screamin’ we can barely breath
instruments laid on out the table, please don’t pick the scythe
lookin’ at the options i’m in stockholm lookin’ for receipts
lookin’ for the clearing in the trees it comes before the creek

[manifest]
on my wrist is the blood of many men
pray to your god while you’re living in sin
cyanide capsules to rid me of pain
quill to my paper i’m going insane

pretty b*tch*
got some drugs for me
got some rum and your love
got some drugs for me
need my paper get my dough that’s enough for me
put the screw to my brain put it up on me

put your pain on me going mentally deranged on me
lamelo ball take the shot and get some brains on me
carry hollows and you know i got keep the gang on me
four five n*ggas got mobbed new chains on me
shackled and i’m back on the boat
eyes on egg white like you’re lookin’ at dope
white off*white fit got the hat like the pope
high melloversion, attempting to cope

call me the house of wisdom, like the abbisade caliphate
we all lookin’ for lost, like fakkeessaa bade
body failing* heart cold on the sunny days
cold days when i’m alone see the frozen plains

my body numb and cold; throw me in the cryogenic
they see me geekin’ out; lookin’ like i’m hebephrenic
telltale signs of the lies while you’re livin’ in it
and you keep breakin’ down till your fully diminished

wait lemme finish a thought*
epidemics of our hate while the pestilence drops
epidemics of our rage as the remedies stop
epidemics mental pain ’cause of therapy cost

so we’re searching for anomalies
let’s book a trip to villa pseudo
liquidised lies call it nematic
i got the second melloversion
so i guess i’m wreaking havoc
night of ecstacy was dropped may
i’ll let you have it

- pseudodemonio lyrics

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