Lyrics:
Annanz a mort nu faj nient pur si si fort
Nun c sta na port truov sul a sort
È distort, è contort
Com na poesij e pirandell a vit è trist e bell
E
make the rap game contort
I swear to God, man, rap cannot improve without support
I swear to God, rappers be cappin' and then go to court
I swear to God,
So cold, Pitch Black
No sleep, Can't stand
Stone walls, Wet floor
No lamp, No door
Trapped in, the depths
Of a dark abyss
That contorts
My mind
Then suddenly, the look on your face contorts
And you manage to throw it all up
Baby, you bump and you grind
Whatever you're feeling has moistened your
Bitch so bad, I wrote a hook for it
Big ol' ass, feel like I just saw it
I be stuck in a dream when she contort it
She probably waiting for me like I
I like to wear my human skin outside in disguise
I contort my body into something that you like
Have to sew my innards up, stitch 'em tight, I'm so
for an inch
Turned into miracle mile
I can recall when your lips
Used to contort into smiles
Bright as the sun that's drawn an eclipse
I haven't
My stomach in knots
A relentless force
Consumed with these thoughts
That kept on playing over
I sway back and forth
My face it contorts
Interpret
The precious dust
Gather strength and softness
Guard the gods
guard the judges
And contort the geometric
The chaos
What a mess
The precious dust
Awaking a new life. Over and over, like I've been there before
Living and breathing, but still choking
A mirror stares back. I contort like the wheels in
Contort, reshape, matchstick mind at ease.
Charcoal hands erode, slight spine, brazen picture rooted.
Contort, reshape, matchstick mind at ease.
Contort
of the desperate kind
If I leaned on the cross it wouldn't hold my weight
I could cut my hair, I could contort my face
But this body and mind are still all I've got
an underlying unity rests in us all
Fix me
When my wounds had needed mending
Call me naïve but I still believe
That I'm not just a lost cause
Contort reality
he don’t want cancer
He don’t want smoke, He don’t want cancer
Gears of war 4 we come strapped up with lancers
Bullets make bodies contort like
remember
As the gravity of madness
Begins to set in
The body contorts and shifts with pain
And I will never be home again
As the hopeful light
Begins
to stare
Her booty hangin out her shorts
Loves my balls she must play sports
Ride my dick at the airport
She pitiful but she contorts
She pitiful but she
my neck
Find me rifling through forgotten things
Navigate past the boilerplate
Contort myself to shape
Feeling out of touch. I see you fading
Feeling
to contort
Oh, you're gonna have your fill
Look here's your fate
Make no mistake
Howl your heart out, beast foul, and bare your fangs
You're a mangy thang
master
Nostalgia replacing truth
Contort yourself
Contort yourself to false infancy
For we are burning now
You fixate on pipedreams
You become a slave
the vast forest
The trees contort
Fled from their decree
Vengeance within their wake
Persecution I am running
Fleeing their grasp I am hiding
Those I've
and crack
Blistered, contort my back
Pretend I can make up for
Something that you lack
Pretend I can make up for
Something that you lack
You want me to fall
an inch
Turned into miracle mile
I can recall when your lips
Used to contort into smiles
Bright as the sun that's drawn an eclipse
I haven't seen light in
could be so wrong with that, that, that, that
That I don't have to stay for that, that, that, that
We all have intermissions
Kiss myself contort into my
I'm just asking why I have to try to
Try to contort
Myself
Into a player's facade
For myself
It seems pretty odd
'Cause it's beating me down
I'm failing
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