| Fuck the sun, fuck white wine
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| Daylight sucks, waste of mine
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| I fuck my mind, narrow my mind
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| I bide my time like fuck in place
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| One day, I’ll wave sun to ice
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| Watch its kind get thrown like rice
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| My cackle stretch out like thunder
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| So fucking loud, it’s vulgar
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| I pull my face out the dirt slow
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| These days I only wake up third of the way, narco
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| Held to deep rapid eye move, hold
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| These days I recede, rapid I reload
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| Gun my chances, closed road, no road left
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| I know what this calls for
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| Where’s my scalpel? |
| Operation cut
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| Like I’m bored, sew my inner war up like corn rows
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| My internal war blows, like freezing fog in Oslo
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| Frozen, I can’t get soft, baptized in hoarfrost
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| Like carbon monoxide garage
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| Freeze your blink like sandman’s flush
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| I hate you so much
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| I hate your laws
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| I hate your need a cause
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| I hate your faux touch
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| I hate every last one of you
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| I ponder digesting razors, just to be done with you
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| I love you so much
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| I’m triple the motherfucker
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| Mondo-fisted, full of backwards
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| From banana town manor
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| My slang step like legless lizard
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| I fuck around, fashion a rocket
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| Shoot to Mercury, for the winter
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| Extended vacation till I decompose on my splinters
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| I pull my face out the dirt slow
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| These days I only wake up third of the way, narco
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| Held to deep rapid eye move, hold
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| These days I recede, rapid I reload
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| Gun my chances, closed road, no road left
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| To centuries of damn
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| I’ve never been so yawn
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| Can’t believe I’m still standing
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| Can’t believe life take this long
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| I stagger off to find my lighter
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| I don’t return until the day Sag A* validates
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| Mankind’s destiny in a worm
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| By the way, I don’t pet bleachers
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| Court side to nose bleeders
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| Like I shoot shit with gimps
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| No response, lose 'em once
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| Incoming second attempt
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| To be real, I just shoot 'em up (just shoot 'em up)
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| Them clueless strut nailed to crucifix Lilith shoved up her cunt (shoved up her
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| cunt)
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| Fuck
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| I pull my face out the dirt slow
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| These days I only wake up third of the way, narco
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| Held to deep rapid eye move, hold
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| These days I recede, rapid I reload
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| Gun my chances, closed road, no road left
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| I pull my face out the dirt slow
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| These days I only wake up third of the way, narco
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| Held to deep rapid eye move, hold
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| These days I recede, rapid I reload
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| Gun my chances, closed road, no road left |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Centuries Of Damn, artist - Death Grips. Album song The Powers That B, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп