paroles de chanson Leonard Letdown - Red Pill

1: Red Pill]
Consider me the pickle on your window
Consider me the missing cord to your Nintendo
Consider me the broken spoke on your rim
When your hopes glowing dim, I′m a cold blowing wind
I'm a forgotten anniversary
The cops stopping you and giving you the third degree
The cock-block that occurs from over-serving drinks
The missing burger after getting home from Burger King
I′m the crack on your phone screen
The injured quarterback on the home team
I'm the kid getting held back in third grade
Missing father on a ten year old's birthday
The flat tire in the storm
The internet going out while you′re trying to watch porn
I′m a burned bag of popcorn
The biggest steak on the plate and i'm not yours, Leonard Letdown

So Red Pill is dead now
Put a bullet in his head now
His eyes looking X′d out
You can call me Leonard Letdown I'm the majority of movie sequels
In fact, I′m the majority of you people
I'm the final episode of Lost
The game freezing right before you beat the final boss
I′m leftover meatloaf
The chick that don't deepthroat
The dog took a piss on on your pea coat
I'm the feeling of the office up at Mello
Right after they signed this Red Pill fellow
I am the song they gave to L.O
A bag of weed without a rello
I′m the second blueprint
Oil in your coolant
Murder mystery without a shoe-print
I′m your favorite rapper's worst album
How most of you will feel about this album
I′m how i feel about adulthood
Birthdays, humans, my looks, and dull books