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• Artiste: Cleopatrick
• Titre: Guts
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Feel a certain lack of purpose lately It's hard to admit My eyes are rolling round in my head If I can't take what I want then I get what I get, I guess Feel absurd and it's a burden lately I'm never enough Get gone when I'm without your love Big mistake, drove a stave Made it break, rubbed the salt in the cut And spilled my guts Never really did say what I want Got distracted by the taste of my tongue Thought I'd fake it till the day I say too much So uncertain and it's hurting lately Hard to break out Get stoned and mull about in my doubts If I can't take what I want then I get what I got It's enough To spill my guts Never really did say what I want Got distracted by the taste of my tongue Thought I'd fake it till the day I say too much Spill my guts Never really did say what I want Got distracted by the taste of my tongue Thought I'd fake it till the day I say too much Feel a certain lack of purpose lately It's hard to admit So instead, I said let's get this fuckin' bread... again... I guess Back when you were talking shitty with the guys that didn't dig me I was having premonitions, listening to Jimi When the forecast finally hit me I could kill this little ditty and then cut from town quickly, I said let's see Now I hit Sanjay with the demo and he pass it off to Stevie Get the OK from the guys and I go run it on the TV Sprinter to the stage, shortybadz collect the payment Man, I hardly gotta sing it 'cause you'll probably do it for me