Correction Paroles Poison par K21

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[K21]
I'm having dreams about f*cking Mette Lindberg again
Feel neurotic off the toxic I mix bourbon blends
Till I blackout, see you in the morning my friend
We'll sort it out then, the fortified was all for the rent
Born from a mess and never clean
And won't ever be till I'm buried with my legacy, 10 feet deep
Empty streets I lurk tryna vent the heat
I'm brewing daily in the house what is left of me
I'm dead-icated it's the zombie who met his faith at the crossroads
Who wiped the blood away from his poncho
A cold bloke like skydiving naked in Moscow
With seddy on the heater you can't blame how we rock though
And who's the next actor to snap flapping his trap
This whole game is all blame meets yappity yap
I've had it with that, we're dropping like andalucia
So run to the bleachers when the chumps come to meet ya

It goes crush, kill, bust, ill
And care about nothing, what the f*ck is deal?
We go crush, destroy, blessed
I got nothin' but a pocket full of poison! poison!
Crush, kill, bust, ill
And care about nothing, what the f*ck is deal?
We go crush, destroy, blessed
I got nothin' but a pocket full of poison! poison!

[Realizm]
So glassy-eyed it's hard to write
I can't decide to laugh or cry
Limelight trigger the curtain call seizures
The bitch that you love calls me personal Jesus
Bruv, you better pull out of that slump
I finger paint the town red with OJs gloves
Cocky about it, a greenhouse world
Make something from nothing we ain't gotta be about shit
These pop cunts need a salary lockout
They're all hooks like a Chuck Liddell knock out
Murderous verses determined to work it
From a place where backyard surgeons are lurkin'
Packing bodies in when we play a show now
It's shoulder to shoulder like the barrels up in Snowtown
Fraudulent lads who be forming the pack
Performing the crack check the Nautica patch

It goes crush, kill, bust, ill
And care about nothing, what the f*ck is deal?
We go crush, destroy, blessed
I got nothin' but a pocket full of poison!
Crush, kill, bust, ill
And care about nothing, what the f*ck is deal?
We go crush, destroy, blessed
I got nothin' but a pocket full of poison! poison!
Crush, kill, bust, ill
And care about nothing, what the f*ck is deal?
We go crush, destroy, blessed
I got nothin' but a pocket full of poison! poison!

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