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gao the arsonist - bordeaux lyrics

“gao” chewed him out
spit a bl–dy pulp
resemble bubble gum
only empty sh-lls of words in mouth
like suicidal guzzle gun muzzles
trouble buzzing ‘mongst the rubble
couple bodies slumped
my love for com-
panion ship abandoned ship
and caused me confusion
it’ll fit together like puzzle pieces
sip kerosene and i swallow diesel
f-ck, i don’t really f-ck with other people
spit on the burning bush, hear n-ggas rustle leaves
leave me be
don’t need “we”
please see to keep your distance
bull feces:
i wanna be alone
but i still feel alone
broken: leak from pistons
they ain’t f-ck with the “g – a – o”
other n-ggas fail to see they foes
i’m shedding sh-lls like it’s d-day, though
i can smell where they keep they bullsh-t
back stabbed? boy i’ve been there done that
sheep’s fleece redundant:
wolves creeping, i can see they toes up
beat ’em with the belt they keep they poles tucked
with
the laced sh-t, tripping like they fiends for product
all these f-ck n-ggas think that if i bleed, they robust
n-ggas sleep on heat like it’s lean with rooibos
talk sh-t from distance, n-gga, speak close up, n-gga
face to face now i see you froze up
neck chill, froze up:
it’s stiff from watching back for posers
k!ll the cat like a casanova
called “curiosity”
guilty pleasure like some cash for bl-wj-bs
want the bread?
ask me p-ss it over
like it’s p-ssover
hard to hide like a m-ssive b-n-r
fake is frequent, forest fire in california
burn bridges to abandon borders
with the land of the mannequins
ban the foreigners
don’t know the difference
cut random corners
bad origami
cut out some people
this n-gga gnarly
started being lethal
venom when i’m telling anyone to f-cking
leave my sh-t independent
n-gga

i’m like f-ck the cliques i’m picking solo
try to duck they shots, that’s why i’m stooping so low
social up in smoke, would be rolling doobies dolo
oh no
sh-t bittersweet, blood mixed in with the bordeaux
you out the picture, n-ggas fading from the photo
you think i’m cozy when i’m giving you the cold shoulder?
when you telling me to “change my ways”, been mulled over
wanna open up but don’t know how to cope though

cutting n-ggas off isn’t inadvertent
but still have nerve to say i earn your pity
cutlery is dropped while the dinner serving
(starve)
frictious thinking could have, burned a city:
gomorrah
sitting in the dark
only company: my pillow and my silhouette
but starts k!ll both of them
burn the houses that the parties is hosted in
i’m the one who shut ’em out but now the door’s broken in
cobwebbs in the corners of mouth
got dregs so i’m pouring ’em all out of my
heart’s
falsetto makes the ornaments doubt their integrity
process the sermon on the mount
blessed are those who mourn
i mourn over the corpse of my social interaction
no precedent posed before this sh-t ironic:
i’m the one who murdered it in p-ssion
paradox but it’s a common oddity:
st-tch my lips together, p-ssed that no one wants to talk to me
it’s almost like the drawbacks are f-cking with the positives
often as citizens of sodom commit sodomy
b-tch
prodigy
with f-cking the n-ggas over who i ought to be with
if i could make sense of what i honestly think
i could act on it, “hasn’t bothered me since”
i would say

- gao the arsonist lyrics

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