Lyrics:
alkoholików
Za najtańsze dostępne piwo na rynku
Jedź na ławkę do Chorzowa by w tym uczestniczyć
Bo nie masz pojęcia jak to jest naprawdę to jest śilniejsze niż
I'm not a sister but I have one
I'm a mister but no one calls me that
I get a blister every time I work
I play twister every time I work
I get
The moon eclipses the sky
Structures crumble around me
Cold winds blister the skin
Storms and dark clouds are gathering
The moon eclipses the sky
Structures
Would you like that
Spent centuries
Diggin niggas figures in the sand with fake history
Its no mystery
America's land ran by the man aka white supremacy
Picked by ticks
As time ticks by I'm picked by ticks
Blood thirsty suckers suck me sick
They pick my skin, I pick the scabs
Such pesky pickers
Blisters on my right hand thumb and indents on my fingers
A buzzing hum consumes my mind and it lingers
A euphoric choir of plucking fills the room
bright
Lit by atomic fires
The churning gravity of hunger
The vortex boils
The bubble blisters
The serpent coils
Awake from the slumber
The void recoils
to show to me
Blisters in pockets, been once on your knees
We've lost the grip, and now the deep is gone
You said we need time
But time is just dragging by
to show to me
Blisters in pockets, been once on your knees
We've lost the grip, and now the deep is gone
You said we need time
But time is just dragging by
Cavernous kisses, blown by talentless bitches
Tentacles leave chemical blisters, betraying sisters
My illegible confessional carved in chewed out
you're right you'd be someone
But you're a rock-steady one
Born on the West side
A lucky one
And you've already won
Your petals won't be shattered by
insurance
Walked the whole way on a blister
Car wouldn't start for days
Must have been a problem with the piston
Bar wouldn't open for hours
So we walked up
a mister
Lick it up, my bro Zombie be rockin' with a fister
Hit the gas, his ass by flippin' over, now my wrist hurt
Think I got a blister
I got the heat,
fleas on em kept the noggins a think
Big wheels, big steel kept the palm on em' heat
Wrist raw, blister pop like they covered in sweets
Had them rope
learned from my defeats
Few can walk the road I've travelled check the blisters on my feet
You could live a million lifetimes still wouldn't be me
I got
Ohayou Sekai -
Good morning world!
I dunno just how long I have walked
carried by the blisters on my feet (Whoah...)
- telling the story of this
leave your sight
Or so it goes
There is just no way out if you wanted to
Split yourself in two and nobody knows
Nausea by the sink
A wretched mess walks
Always in the back of
Your mind can't forget on
The blisters on your back
Where does he gaze at?
You cover your tracks
You start at the back
Remove
dig our own graves by the time we’re twenty two
Then we’ll both finally see we’ve got a ton to lose
Whether it’s love or it’s life or it’s a shitty
small, no larger than blisters
in a prison of wire and cotton
It's time we let them go free
They longed to dance and play sports or just bounce around
blisters from the grind
Coz what's the point if you don't really fight
Without competition what is life
I order bread I want the same on the plate
Serve me
Now them the knock for my louver
How I the take the manuever
No be by might, no be my power
Na because I the trust in Jehovah
I dey come from afar,
supply
My ink is running dry
Got blisters on my eyes
Not really a surprise
They say it's good to try
I'm only getting by
I'm only getting by
I'm only
Even tho my brain feel the same it's consumed by the pain
I can feel the trauma circulating in my veins
Niggas switch sides all the time what a shame
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