syn suitcase - facade lyrics
[verse: syn suitcase]
i said open your legs so well so you did, and that ain’t a good thing
my brain automatically ring the bell you ask, can i deliver the wedding ring
but i can’t, so what are we gonna do
i got a little bit of gas, and a can of food
nothing tied to my belt or feet, i’m cooked to the max i lost felt and i lost pete
so let’s come to an agreement here i say
i don’t got a plea to cop but that’s heresy
and this is my place i claim so i’m here to stay
be happy i’m here and i’m in the way
but you dislike my kind, threw me out
and i guess you figured i’m fine
but i ain’t, so i gotta deliver the fake faint
y’all ain’t real, this hate is fake hate
what y’all figure the right text to send
but there’s some past sins to mend, but those don’t get brought up till his end
but now where’s ye’s brain, he threw it for some gas to toss away
and this album went on pause for a quick break
but when it’s done celebrate with a cake
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