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Kill Dyll
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COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Dylan Matthew Fessenden
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Kill Dyll
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Letra
Im sick of the fuckers that wanna take what i made
22 caliber put a end to his day
Fuck it im runnin til im dead in a grave
Imma give everything that i can in the rage
Fucked up
Say it with your chest get you roughed up
Fly with the 9 make you duck duck
Get the fuck off my grind get you touched up
Bodies on bodies im catching a case
Knife and syringe put an end to the pain
My mind is still fleeting im feelin insane
Come up from hell to put heaven in place
So incompatible
I cant relate
To anyone anything get in my way
I promise to make myself better today
I promise ill make myself better today
I wont do anything
For the fame
Life on the pedestal
Its erased
Watchin the violence undertake
Everyones violent in a way
The darks of secrets
Held by saints
The brightest of stars
Start to fade
Humans are a sickness
That plagues
Humans are a sickness
That plagues
End to the plague
End to the plague
Put an end to the plague
Written by: Dylan Matthew Fessenden