paroles de chanson mythsysizer instinct - R.A.P. Ferreira feat. Hemlock Ernst
Shalom,
shalom
La,
la,
da
This
was
on
my
heart
No
one
ever
really
dies,
well
no
one
ever
really
cared
either
They
nod
as
if
incredulity
made
them
wiser
The
mythsysizer,
'twas
the
almighty
told
me
play
the
defier
And
it
pleased
him
tremendous,
how
I
speak
my
sentence
Instinct
prompts
me,
ain't
no
money
on
my
conscience
Instinct
prompts
me,
ain't
no
applause
on
my
heart
Instinct
prompts
me,
and
should
it
get
cold
and
dark
Instinct
will
prompt
me
to
rob
you
probably
I
simply
stay
in
tune,
my
thoughts
a
walking
bassline
There
are
days
I
only
get
to
see
my
son
on
Facetime
Man-made
monsoon,
RollerCoaster
Tycoon
I
believe
I'll
dust
my
broom
as
the
blues
echo
through
my
being
I
wrestle
two
or
three
selves
for
the
evening
On
the
playback,
my
hands
were
still
moving
too
fast
The
Ruby
Yacht
cruised
past,
I
wave
and
say,
"Y'all
have
fun"
You
know
Ro
still
hold
his
poems
like
a
shotgun
That
nigga
too
serious
My
sadness
a
hound
dog
and
he
creep
beside
me
(Awoo)
He
creep
beside
me
(Creep
beside
me)
My
sadness
a
hound
dog
and
he
creep
beside
me
And
he
creep
beside
me
(He
creep
beside
me)
My
sadness
a
hound
dog
and
he
creep
beside
me
Creep
beside
me
(Creep
beside
me)
My
sadness
a
hound
dog
And
he
creep
beside
me
(Creep
beside
me)
And
he
creep
beside
me
In
the
hollow
haunting
echo
The
certainty
for
silence
can
I
let
go?
[?]
setting
of
the
sun,
I
open
window
A
journey
weighs
a
ton,
I
hold
my
[?]
In
these
scars
and
stars
I
seen
cars
and
bars
It's
just
how
we
are
It's
just
how
we
are
(Jousting
echoes,
echoes,
echoes)
Stars
and
scars
and
passing
cars
It's
just
how
we
are
How
are
you?
Jousting
echoes,
pain
passes
the
threshold
Makes
you
feel
special,
calling
out
kayfabe
wrestle
The
arguing's
all
real,
mustard
pretzel
art
deal
Stained
White
T's,
Delilah
delights
me
Ronda
Rousey
type
beat,
Giant
Steps,
tight
leap
Samson
on
the
Samsung
cordless
Rams,
horses,
damaged
corset
And
of
course
the
language
grew
coarser
I
find
myself
a
leaky
faucet
and
get
to
wrenchin'
The
word's
henchman
Bench
pressin'
sunrises
Sometimes
it's
overwhelming
to
be
helming
the
creation
of
everything
Or
so
I
imagine,
true
magic
at
my
fingertips
Down
to
the
wingtips,
down
to
the
creases,
down
to
the
meat
and
potatoes
Down
to
the
beaten
cables,
down
to
the
streets
and
fables
And
deeper
still,
you
gotta
be
for
real
You
know,
rappin'
get
people
killed
You
know,
rappin'
get
people
killed
It
get
deeper
still,
you
gotta
be
for
real
You
know,
rappin'
get
people
killed
You
know,
rappin'
get
people,
uh
It
get
deeper
still,
you
gotta
be
for
real
You
know,
rappin'
get
people
killed
You
know,
rappin'
get
people
killed
It
get
deeper
still,
you
gotta
be
for
real
You
know,
rappin'
get
people
killed
All
these
spells
In
this
world's
strangest,
most
dangerous
occupation
In
these
scars
and
stars
I
seen
cars
and
bars
It's
just
how
we
are
It's
just
how
we
are
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