Beamon - Lavender Town | Текст песни

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• Lavender Town

(beamon intro vocals)
just another day of the tortured
he never show his face
every portrait is blurry
he falls like a flurry
like snow on the concrete
melts in the pavement
flows like the water
room full of smoke and his lungs full of slaughter
room full of smoke and his lungs full of slaughter
room cold and dark
but his thoughts bring the slaughter through
put me in the river
river made of bullets
shoot em at you bitches
beamon aka the vicious witch up in your village
frozen but he living
motherfuck the government
i'm pissing on the system
motherfuck a system
unless it's a playstation
god damn

(beamon first verse)
young beamon see the snow and sing to birds bitch
young beamon walking on the water in the ocean
town of lavender lavender town tower of terror
the monster, a werewolf
he still care a very little bout these motherfuckers talking
keep your eyes off em
flows get haunted
snow on his garments
level up shortly
jordan at the garden
who the fuck could guard em

(beamon hook)
i just really hope they know
i don't really fuck with you
they talk about the weak ass hoes
that you sex
step back
yea i think you need to step back
lil bitch think you need to step back
god damn they wack

(beamon second verse)
trash ass music
with they trash ass flow
get back slapped slow
by the half black ghost
watch my city drop down
in my palms while i'm dying
young dragonite
beamon calm while he flying

(beamon bridge)
legs wrapped up in
the softest cotton you could have
grew a little bit
god damn, got you niggas mad
bury me with flowers
tuck my arms in the
wet dirt
bitch you want some fame?
rip my heart out my shirt, red
i mean my red shirt
i mean im lonely
i mean my red shirt
i mean im lonely

(beamon third verse)
and i'm dead i'm the last one to speak to you
creeping through the town of lavender
ash with a pikachu
ash on my lavender
smashing the calendar
abra kadabra bruh
alakazam
god damn sabrina with the marsh badge
young soul calibur
last of my caliber
laughing at the world
ten glocks made of pearls
and my tears made of crystals
got diamonds in my curls
and flows made of missiles, young bitch

(beamon hook)
you know
i don't really fuck with you
you talk about the weak ass hoes that you sex
step back
yeah i think you need to step back
lil bitch,
think you need to step back
god damn
they wack

where i go
no i don't know oh
where i go
no i dont know oh
where i go
no i dont know oh