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nine seven pta - brazil lyrics

[scattered conversation]
i feel horrible…
i feel so bad right now

same as it ever was (x7)

[intro]
white above my lip, it fade my mustache out like cavill
strapped to the chair, hallucinating like brazil
i’m off the rocker jotted, my innards synergy raddled
i’m tryna stay alive, i’m fighting an uphill battle

[verse 1]
been a good while since i smoked some
entertaining on the feelings that i loathed some
now the grievance of the reefer got me lonesome
now i’m finding i’m a lively doper, finally over, high hangover
grimy slower, hyphy loner, omnipotent
ride the motor, tried the polar, i ain’t know her, i feel low
devil on my shoulder find me closure, ay
syndicate intent been k!llin em
i’m terio’ing through the imminence
windows tinted off the ritalian
run the job, you give the intern head, syd tha kid i own the internet
she claim my aura awful ominous
but i just live to spread the positive
the essence led effects to causative
ya boy a star, i feel like jonathan
only spoken if evocative
coat profound around the opposite
boast my conscious so provocative
but sis, i’m cooling off these vodka spins
the dissonant got hold my cognitive
and now my mental in metropolis
i sought the posted in prerogative
b-tch i’m really in this monolith

[verse 2]
uh, ay
drop the top when i go hop off the rock
like i’m hopping scotching through this drone, overwatch
like the mantra proper plodder c-cked off the pot
the dodder bothers then i keel o’er and rot
achilles heelin through the global in trot
and i’m chilly fiendin as the cold rots my socks
with dylan beaned up off the slump, come in pops
life’s a symphony compose it like bach
flip soliloquies, flow off of the top
stomach queasy off the vodka on rocks
human species got me pondering a lot
mitsubishi i could run from the cops
pitted peachy with the rocky and pop
my b-tch is dreamy and she needs me atop
awful needy when it comes to the plot
friedrich nietzsche, you all murdered our god

[verse 3]
oo, ay
karma got a kiss from me today
latin piggy, issa ood may
coolin’ on the roof with new bae
but you just jacking sh-t like ck
come corroborate the freeze frame
so we can wallow amidst these days
test the meeting soon adjourned
i ain’t f-cking with you-

[ahem]

i’m the next david byrne
that ain’t nothing to discern
could give a f-ck ’bout your concerns
blues a truth to you like burns
rapper actor singer you know the deal
apologetic nah that’s not in my field
could give a f-ck about a mainstream appeal
i’m more embedded in exposing what’s real
you went broke the seal but got no pot to p-ss in
you kept it little with the best of intentions
but you won’t swim along prevalence in this, yet
i poured my heart out but still no one listened
brazil entrapped upon the couch which i curl
left the truth upon the side to unfurl
and if fruition comes i’m finally heard
welcome to my world

- nine seven pta lyrics

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