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Corinthians

billy woods featuring Despot
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Scarecrow in the field, watching the spectacle It's still no dessert 'til you finish your vegetables Circumspect resurrect him in the vestibule In the building where they killed him, I'm true and living Fuck what they tellin' you What they like best is for a man to take off his belt (ๆœ€ๅฅฝๆ˜ฏ่งฃไธ‹่…ฐๅธฆ) And hang himself from a beam (ๆŒ‚ๅœจๆขไธŠ,่‡ชๅทฑ็ดง็ดงๅ‹’ๆญป) For then they can enjoy their heart's desire without being blamed (ไป–ไปฌๆฒกๆœ‰ๆ€ไบบ็š„็ฝชๅ,ๅˆๅฟไบ†ๅฟƒๆ„ฟ) ่‡ช็„ถ้ƒฝๆฌขๅคฉๅ–œๅœฐ็š„ๅ‘ๅ‡บไธ€็งๅ‘œๅ‘œๅ’ฝๅ’ฝ็š„็ฌ‘ๅฃฐ Hungry eyes in the mirror like Corinthians Uncanny valley AI hit him with the hesi screaming, "Carrie", my vision swims Girlfriend, whenever you're around, your light dims Two cents, if it's on sight, say less Way I see it, it ain't no past tense Little kid, tiny desk Itty bitty violins, big head, blue lips If you never came back from the dead, can't tell me shit 12 billion USD hovering over the Gaza Strip You don't wanna know what it cost to live What it cost to hide behind eyelids When your back turnt, secret cannibals lick they lips Fingernails sharp I snatch the lights out a cat so I can see in the dark So I can see who you are Pig and the rat, he put 'em both in the ark With a wink and a laugh, stopped for gas in the desert like the House of Saud Sky hung with a crescent, a veil of stars Pickup weaving through dead cars Surface to air camoflage In the truck bed, on God Best believe them crackers won't make it to Mars (Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars) I ain't ever asked to be here, so when I decide to leave All them devils in the details rush to either side of me Where we goin' all depends what I pretended to believe When I finally meet my maker, I'll have somethin' up my sleeve And I'll find out if the god above me bleed the same as me 'Cause I'm tired of callin' out for him and fallin' on my knees And I'm never comin' back from that, so don't wait up for me You ain't gotta leave a light on, you ain't gotta hide a key Well, I ain't been myself lately, least I ain't been none of you Who wasted all the time you had talkin' 'bout what you 'bout to do When you finally knock on Heaven's door, they ain't expectin' you And if you don't get the fuck off the stoop right now, they gonna shoot Same old song, I sing it one more time On the day you're gone, ain't nobody gon' cry for you Take what's yours and I make it all mine Til' the money's so long like it's sayin' "Bye-bye" to you Clip them wings, change the way time flies to you Won't ride, die, drive by, or lie for you Ain't nowhere to run, nowhere to hide for you They ain't get far without an arm and a leg And then the beast below the streets showed up and told 'em they dead They need to meet me like they need a fuckin' hole in the head And if you leave it up to me, that be what all of 'em get Fuck what they tellin' you I realize all the poison in their speech (ๆˆ‘็œ‹ๅ‡บไป–่ฏไธญๅ…จๆ˜ฏๆฏ’) All the daggers in their laughter (็ฌ‘ไธญๅ…จๆ˜ฏๅˆ€) Their teeth are white and glistening (ไป–ไปฌ็š„็‰™้ฝฟ,ๅ…จๆ˜ฏ็™ฝๅމๅމ็š„ๆŽ’็€) They are all cannibals (่ฟ™ๅฐฑๆ˜ฏๅƒไบบ็š„ๅฎถไผ™)