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lirik lagu psychosode – baker

[verse 1]
got a knife collection that’ll keep a goth b*tch stressin’
i don’t need protection, guarded by this evil, it’s a blessing
preachin’ no profession, one on one that baker’s always bestin
’bout to learn a lesson, mr. maker burnin’ up the heavens
they don’t want me, i don’t want you
just a black sheep, woofing as i’m howling at the moon
burnin’ blunts, i’m in a corner [?] creepin’ in your room
see this child of the corn, hear this devil speaking doom, bringing gloom
smoke cause i’m broke, all i want is cigarettes, some bud and beer
chase it with a fat blunt, numb them problems with the bottle
eat them feelings ’till you choke
hold it in, hold it in ’till it’s ghost
high as f*ck but fall below

lootin’ and cliquin’, paranoid i’m tickin’
got that b*u*d it’s all in me thе munchies they kickin’
the flow just so fingеr l!ckin, i think i’m smokin’ fried chicken
been laced with toxic waste it melts my face this trauma is thickened
oh god, oh god it’s such a sight, i’m poisoned for life
no one, no one you’ll find alike, no one but me has this bite
like a pit without a leash, just a gator in these streets
rollin’ one deep, crazy is the southern*born freak

[bridge]
bring me back to life, i still got some fight
always feelin’ like it’s me against the world
and now the world is in my sights
diabolical down to the molecule i am despised
buried deep beneath the skin
look out for this deadly bite
[verse 2]
i chose the night this release, feel alive but still deceased
all my hate it burns the peace, will i ever reach that peak?
i let that manic take off, [?] that knife of gold
static everywhere i go, these voices of my psychosode
oh why, oh why is this the life, they breed us to fight
just cry out loud while people die and now expect us to buy
all the bullsh*t they feed, no i don’t think i believe
simple*minded i can’t be, won’t let ’em play their tricks on me

no future see their grass gettin’ greener
smoked out, locced out, riding wicked mr. heater
two seater, silver spokes got ’em lookin’ even meaner
hold your head above the water ’cause i’m drowning any bleeder
get the most from this boast, as i toast better climb that empty post
put the crown where it belongs and then i end it with a roast
ain’t no second guessing never with discretion this is just the woes
another story told led into my rotten soul

- baker

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