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istasha - blotless ink lyrics

[intro, chorus]
corroded, only cold inside my soul
heart dissolved, all my flesh gone cold
no code, i cut them down, no [?] my call, uh
[?] h+ll like i’m david poses(?)
corroded, only cold inside my soul
heart dissolved, all my flesh gone cold
no code, i cut them down, no [?] my call, uh
[?] h+ll like i’m david poses(?)

[verse 1]
out from the pain, let my dogs [?] hand
never snag on the chain, but my jaw’s gotta crack
and it slide through the windpipe, lost in the sink
[?] invade for the tank that i’m in

appetite, peeking telecom
f+ck it, i’m a master, read it like t[?]
marking up
couching deep like it’s silicon valley
count bodies, stacking up, fill the room, pack it up

[chorus]
corroded, only cold inside my soul
heart dissolved, all my flesh gone cold
no code, i cut them down, no [?] my call, uh
[?] h+ll like i’m david poses(?)
corroded, only cold inside my soul
heart dissolved, all my flesh gone cold
no code, i cut them down, no [?] my call, uh
[?] h+ll like i’m david poses(?)
[verse 2]
shots look calm in the moonlight
peel it back, let it out like a solar flare
turn it down, color’s off and it’s too bright
new eclipse, run it off with the disrepair

drop, drop, fifty cut it off, then i keep a spare
better off with the minion at the black box
new tag, knees deep, while you sneak a prayer
habitat in a glass full of [?]

[?] no gasoline [?]
situation gripping the heart and it go resting
fledgeling, [?] go peeking out of the nest
get the black star, shutting down the trees then you feed it like water

[?] the feelings, you got it matched in
super colors, and now you leaving to kick it in the gutter
got a kick for the sticks and no gun investing
b+tch, i got the time to keep an alibi, need a cover

[?] out your mouth like utensils
[?] pact with the act, got a [?]
f+ck it no cap, with the nail, gotta stack
in the wrap, never [?] the tag like a ransom
appetite, peeking telecom
f+ck it, i’m a master, read it like t[?]
marking up
couching deep like it’s silicon valley
count bodies, stacking up, fill the room, pack it up

- istasha lyrics

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