SASHAS - Open The Door (Prod. by DrumManBeatz) | Текст песни

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• Open The Door (Prod. by DrumManBeatz)

Title: OPEN THE DOOR
Instrumental: DrumManBeatz
Notes:

Монстры под кроватью.
Скелеты в шкафу.
Бабочки в животе.
Тараканы в голове.
Кто в наушниках?..
KNOCK-KNOCK.

Lyrics

Intro:

Knock
SASHAS
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MUSIC
knock
DrumMan
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Beatz
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My soul so sinister satan simply wouldn't take it
Gallons ain't the gamut of how really crooked fame is
Cough up my coffee like I'm caught in a coffin
All offers I'm off because I'm sick of your stupid faces

Verse 1:

Miss waitress this table's adjacent to places
I dont wanna be in so show me where today is
Stopwatch me on how I make your watch stop
Watch da top top notch hot ain't even launched off
San francisco said I got bars then my plot fucking got dark
See I had that in my back pack but then that happenned I got smart
I shot pars we caught mars heat why the hell I never saw far
Spitting my raw bars raping all stars making jaws fall they even drop drawls
Got me where I'm at but my karma state of crap that's because they tear up that
Give 'em all a pair of that and this to pass that shit to the massess rip my ass off and I ever care of that
I spit hello no longer a kid I'm fit not slow flow the fucking shit I'm lit so dope
Roll em with a hit I did you know going in I'm so
Extravagant and traveling I'm fucking with the traffic of the chapels and fanatics I'm the messenger
damaging my passion and imagining all gadgets of the mind did their time and they telling you
What to write what to do why do I watch them take me nowhere
A lot of us anonymous but we astronomous got to say we don't care

Chorus:

I have not been good to my organs
N now i am morphin
Into something more lonely than an orphan
Pierce my brain I'm looking for endorphins

My orbit is a little bit off hit my forehead but never my core hit
Oh shit calling me heroic for it I'm endorsing never made a poor pitch
I adore this row with an ore lit suckers want to cut the cordage
But we got more tricks it's your porridge open the door bitch

Verse 2:

Overseas and don't tell me my season over
Opens easy for an individual with reason's warrant but
Find my conscience in cement nothing close to innocence I'm
Insolent constantly in a stance my every thought force incidents
To happen I'm cackling looking at it attacking a pack of them lacking
The battering knack in this racket rapping in brackets panic I'm back in the battle and
Giving 'em altitude with a delivering attitude wit is to
Get with me act a fool hitting the shivaree aptitude I alter
Truth with my desires I'm blind but I don't need the whole picture
Why don't we avoid fiction time won't be a foe if I
Flow with the gore and a carnivore in I
I be chokin on 'em bones and getting better motion so I'm soaring now
B. and e. eventhough I know you there I know you there which is why I'm
Going there years ago I'd slow and stare but now the
Reaper got me writing feel it deep enough to dive in and I need it like I'm dying I cross my arms
Leave it I won't I will toss my all in fossil halls so I foster falls I

Chorus

Outro:

Overseas and overdoing it
No longer I'm gonna hold my music in
I losing it oh I'm abusin shit
Giving all me to you I'm lit

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