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step - cult of the damned lyrics

[verse 1: sly moon]
broken, broken
floating in an ocean of gin, soaking it in while i’m smoking a thing
potently sin, threw my soul in the bin
a born loser hoping to win
suttin stolen then you know it was him
sniffing coke in the ritz, going all in
tip the dealer your robe and throw you a chip
i don’t follow, painted road
my souls hollow
no morals, keep your sh*t i don’t borrow
kick that awkard flow ’cause it’s all i know
a step ahead even when i’m walking slow
all alone, snorting coke with my shadow talking code
p*wn my gold but i know my sag is always cold
since i was four years old, thought you’d know but you don’t
call me sly moon, f*ck stallone

[verse 2: danny glover]
ha, is it a gift or a curse?
to brush off my shoulder, spit a verse
thought it was good, now it’s getting worse
should admit it, shorty almost died when i hit it
i heard you got the new album out, i ain’t f*cking with it
cult only, smoke tree
the one man nuno gin0bli, none and only one
i was gonna go home and just chill
but she said she got something nice to show me
we need to seal like ravioli
brake it up, my style the keeper like the goalie
i need the rolie, only ’cause my wrist lonely
duvets in the studio, my sh*ts cozy
i sip the peroni, your girl suck my d*ck while she gets to know me
but she don’t get to know me
[bridge: salar]
from sitting on the step with an ounce to feed
and counting every penny even though there’s mouths to feed
to the need to succeed and rewrite the plan
brick peli syndicate clique, that’s the fam
from sitting on the step with an ounce to feed
and counting every penny even though there’s mouths to feed
to the need to succeed and rewrite the plan
brick peli syndicate clique, that’s the fam

[verse 4: bill shakes]
i (?) pigs that’s a pass bro
innovator, asbo originator
cash flow obliterator
self driven, no indicators
back then was the worst year, stuck in first gear
buckled burnt wheels
engine problems, friends with wronguns
death sagging, fred perry coffins
tenth of july, went for a pint
with some friends, ending up in the cell for a night
one h*ll of a fight, outnumbered thirty to four
racist f*ckers, taking uppers
in the pub making something out of facial colours
dark days, rain and thunder
they won’t take me under
[verse 5: bisk]
get swept along ’cause you crept upon the section wrong
very gone, never heavy on the evian
since the jelly tot i been getting none
no one told me off, asked me where i got the weapon from
heading on, wondering what i’m stepping on
burning bridges, tryna get along set it off
like the tele on, never wrong
f*ck your n*gga b*tch, every song
where you think she got them stretches from?
i don’t feel your presence don
i’m a mega don, you a vessel from
you know the fl!ck with the mega long
sinking ship, bring the feds along
dead him off but in the end, see it’s friend
so no we never gone

- cult of the damned lyrics

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