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404 guild - sulaco lyrics

[intro]
time for me, you
look behind you
are they still chasing us?
let’s run

[chorus]
nah, i’m kidding
fantasy all over me
sitting, spinning
the dream is so real to me
nah, i’m kidding
fantasy all over me
sitting, spinning
the dream is so real to me
i’m kidding
i’m kidding
i’m kidding
let’s run

[verse 1]
see by sea with the keys
i could never be
you could never love in me
trust in me, touch on me
holla me, follow me, swallow me
you could never face to me
fickle your thoughts, you tried stick on me
the bigger the court when you rage on me
you live a lie that you hate to see
i living inside where my matrix be
facetime for my girl, my driller
hatred up in her twirl, it makes it bigger
tapping on a window and i wanna see the figures
back it up, stop
she wouldn’t stop, oh, wait, sh+t

[verse 2]
slow it down if i can’t catch it
pedal down, mashed it
bit down tablet, cracked it
cheque, cashed it
yep, that’s it
left turn, crashed it
ott and then i capped it
ghost, trapped it
code, cracked it
cup of tea looking like cat p+ss
coming down now, can’t hack this spun
bottom of the belly, not many lights on
and i got him in a web, stop, ready, set, run
steady, i’m forgetting what’s already been done
but, yep, bet it’s on the edge of my tongue
name of the beast
they ain’t gonna pray for the thief
and they ain’t gonna cradle your grief
face all creased up, you ain’t got a name on the seat
what you gonna pay for your peace?
i ain’t gonna rearrange, you can’t make me
i ain’t gonna change ’cause he can’t rate me (lately)
shaking the gate like hades
own worst enemy, maybe

[verse 3]
sin, did it like i didn’t have a choice
spin, sick of not getting to the point
grim d+ckheads often got a louder voice
thin fl!cker of any sort of poise
tin trickle when i digitize the noise
grims, sickle might glimmer like alloys
skim thistles as i carry out the ploy
skin bristles when i hear that voice
i’m past the bridge and it’s getting weird
pass the weed when my ghouls are here
in the marsh, it smells fetid here
getting dark, i might let him steer
watch set, check that coast is clear
the future is getting near
the future is getting weird
banging on the door ’cause the guild is here

- 404 guild lyrics

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