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Testo 6ft Deep - Masked Wolf

Testo della canzone 6ft Deep (Masked Wolf), tratta dall'album 6ft Deep - Single

They on the internet but don't know my net worth
Don't know my connections, you don't know my networks
How long I had to wait, I was on that bench first
At boiling point you still wouldn't know my temper
There's a lot of degrees in this
A lot of water works, a lot of overseas in this
Still trynna be at the top, that's seasonin'
As a kid, I remember I was dreamin' this
But um, I was speaking with my pastor
He said with a life on the line then nothin' else would matter
He said that with time and a grind the sheep would start to scatter
He said if your mind was quiet then you'd hear the chatter
I didn't know how to reflect but I knew how to deflect
Guess when you're skin and bones you just get so used to the flesh
That's when you detonate
That's when you self destruct
When you evaporate
You know that you've had enough
Maybe I'll crash and burn
Maybe I like the wreckage
Maybe I'll never learn
Maybe I hate the credit
Maybe I hate the curse
Maybe I hate dimensions
But with this pitter patter I deliver and write the message
I don't know what to do with my time
But I know that I need to unwind
Feels like I'm living in madness, six feet deep and I know I can't stand it
I don't know what to do with my time
But I know that I need to unwind
Feels like I'm living in madness, six feet deep and I know I can't stand it
Time is everything and money changes friends
The ones with money know that, the ones who don't play pretend
Everything revolving doors, I'm oasis
How you get more money but became less sinful?
How you get less funny and became more mental?
How you be so rich but you still got a rental?
I ain't taking shots
More like I'm giving notes
It's like you want the price but then get mad at the quote
I've seen so many rich, on the inside be so broke
You want the alias, you want the champagne for a toast
Only break bread with ones I consider close
This my last supper and I'd have twelve at the most
That might hit you different like uppercuts to the face
But some people rub me wrong, they're the ones I should erase
See life is just a puzzle, the pieces find their own place
In a world of my own and I just wanna escape like
I don't know what to do with my time
But I know that I need to unwind
Feels like I'm living in madness, six feet deep and I know I can't stand it
I don't know what to do with my time
But I know that I need to unwind
Feels like I'm living in madness, six feet deep and I know I can't stand it



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Writer(s): Tyron Takaha Hapi, Harry Michaels
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