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• Artiste: Lady Kabela
• Titre: Vultures Pick The Bones
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I played nice once, back when life was easy But this world has made me fucking mean I thought I was built for hunting season But it's taken too much out of me I'm a child of God and you're my father But don't ever think I'll kneel to thee I hate the body I was given I guess nothing's good enough for me If you lay your body in his arms He'll swear he'll never do you harm But he'll kill you in your sleep But if you need me, I will crawl And I'll rip the pages off the walls But I've got no soul for you to keep I give myself away to you You tell me what you want to do My blood would rot if not for you My heart would stop, my lips turn blue You run your fingers through my hair I am the prey, the fruit to bear You hunt me, I'll hunt you too I'll hunt you too I will not testify against myself Against my life You just objectify the struggle And it's amplified I waste my breath, my money My mind consulting you I sit and cry about the nothing I can do I played the long game D-dollar bills made Blood, sweat and tears Before I even had my own name Look where it's got me I'm in my twenties Pulling my hair out 'Cause nobody fucking gets me It's so pretentious I wear your necklace But you're not invited You're not even on the guest list You recognize me I'm at the party I'm off the Henne' I'm sippin 'cardi It's so disgusting You shouldn't trust me I'm just a lost cause Quit interrupting And I'm so sorry There's too much damage Beneath the plywood Nothing to salvage I give myself away to you You tell me what you want to do My blood would rot if not for you My heart would stop, my lips turn blue You run your fingers through my hair I am the prey, the fruit to bear You hunt me, I'll hunt you too I'll hunt you too And by the time that you come home I'll have left you all alone Crying over skin and bones An empty house, a bitter cold The light shines down from up above And God's gonna take the ones you love You'll think that he has left you Has he left you, is he gone? No more crying There's no use What doesn't kill me Breaks me in two The dogs are tearing up the grass 'Cause good things Never fucking last They're taking everything I have The vultures, they pick the bones The carcass, they've made their home It's hunting season after all My father, he calls my name The daughter, I bring him shame I had to give myself away