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Too Hotty

Migos

Too Hotty

about it

Quavo!
Choppers and shottys
Young nigga, got two bodies (bodies)
Water, faucet, drippin' on my body (drip)
Spent 10K in Follies, niggas

A Single Second

AFI

Shut Your Mouth & Open Your Eyes

for a single second stand the way I feel

I always knew, I always saw it coming
Enveloped now, encased by my worst fear
I've never felt the nausea

I heard a silence in my head, you said I wasn't trying left me bled
You made me die inside, and I feel alright when i'm by you're side
Let's get

Wound on
on the silence night
your eyes closed
the tide of breath exhales
on the silence night
it creeps in 
dissolve the hours
appease the nausea

By poczuć ten rym by poczuć ten dym
By poczuć tę nieziemską moc
By dotrzeć do gwiazd by grać w to co dnia
I zrozumieć to
By mieć w tym swój cel tak

Kto by pomyślał 10 lat temu że za 10 lat wjedzie medyczniak
Że mogę bez lipy se chodzić ulicą i palić sę skręta
Kto by pomyślał wystarczy recepta
Kto

Who Sets the Rules

Sick of It All

Scratch the Surface

1994

Fly by night scenester, Fly by night hipster
One more newjack wants to set the rules
Fly by night scenester, Fly by night hipster

Never

And every human has an individual guilty conscience
Some desire like animals, lust to luscious
Actions, stuck and chained by passion
Some desire fashion

Nausea. Tremors. Paralysis. Hallucination.
Buried alive, I feel the pressure on my chest
I have difficulty breathing
As my lungs collapse
Worthless.

Entropy's conquest one by one
Bet they felt not so clever anymore
Died off as they coughed and swore
Tried to make their own history
But Entropy claimed

Somatically Incorrect

Whitechapel

This Is Exile

pave the way to anatomical feasts
Severing the ties I once endured to understand why it is that I crave the dead

Going by my knowledge of popular

The Somatic Defilement

Whitechapel

The Somatic Defilement

pave the way to anatomical feasts
Severing the ties I once endured to understand why it is that I crave the dead
Going by my knowledge of popular

I die
Mic check one two
To the three four five
Gnick tunes up next with the broadcast live
Aw man, godamn
Nicks back with a sidewalk slam
Still ten

arrivando 
L'inverno qua sta arrivando, l'inverno qua sta arrivando 

Non capisco se ho nausea o sono 
Solamente i messaggi vocali che stai whatsappando
Io mi

a fumaça faz a náusea parecer normal.
E o natural que é sufocado entre o concrero e o metal
Respira a pira da fumaça de um busão surreal.
São decibéis de

Y siempre ha sido fácil ser yo mismo... Seguro
Un alma frágil, dentro de un rapero duro
Y todavía siento náuseas cuando subo al escenario
Como alcohol

deixes a avó beber
Já tens quantos anos, peça de coleção
Confuso ao ver a tua geração morrer
Ninguém põe a boca no meu gargalo
Enganaram-me em chavalo

borda 
é equilibrar no fio (2x)

o frio percorre todo o corpo
quero correr mas me sinto morto
nesse percuso que sinto a nausea
e acuso a vinda como

quando 
(Trancado no Estúdio)
Largado trabalhando
(Trancado no Estúdio)
No corre do adianto 2x

Yokai

trancado no estúdio compondo umas letras, rimando

ta na mão

Fya
Fogo na bomba, fogo na bomba(4x)

Me chame de mau exemplo
Me sinto condenado 
E vivo atrás do meu sustento
To vivendo nesse inferno 
E

(CORO) x2
Esta mala canción va pa' mis amigos, 
dedicada para los mendigos letra que les digo,
los quiero matar, no hay buen tema que tocar, 
pero

obras,
en penumbras, empeora, la esfera se evapora,
y así está de mierda la atmósfera, ¿o no es verdad?,
y metal me dan náuseas, observa,
no es novedad acá

acho que tem um braço nascendo nas minhas costas)
Seu discurso me dá náusea
(você é tão tóxico que reage a luz ultravioleta)
Plantas morrem sempre ao seu

échate a volar

Mañana no vuelvas más
es hora de comenzar 
otra versión 
de tu libertad
ya no vuelvas más

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