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lirik lagu aura luna – ryler smith

[produced by mz boom bap]
[verse 1:]

how do you tell a blind man of the color blue
painting pictures, vanilla pettles fall on the pedestal
cruel. rule one in the art of visionairy
metamodern and vary none for the carried gun is
young, forced s-xuals, thrown into the cataclyst
youngest interlectuals still smoking that cannabis
waiting for change to come right to my doorstep
fall, step, forget, juggling thoughts incorporate
stab myself with forklifts, uncompetential in the social aspect
– as they shoot with a fake kalashnik, – fl1ck off
you n-ggas soft, say ya hard one more time and watch yourself turn into apple sauce
excuse my flaws in my utility, back track i was young, scheming liquidity
swim, black jacks you feelin me? – dreaming of f-cking black b-tches in italy
i wanted rome inn my mental, no job, no obligations
but sh-t was changing quick
i realize i had the b-lls and more or less the d-ck
did i go too far? or did i just insist on this literal gesture
minimalize the texture when you been stressin factors

[hook 1:]

young, forced s-xuals, thrown into the cataclyst
youngest interlectuals still smoking that cannabis
from the well of the amethyst springs the clearest water
watch the moon disappear in the thinnest aura

[verse 2:]

open pandora’s box and pour a gl-ss a quarter
i push pen over borders while pinned on kush and recorders
gimme cushions to forge a fortress, i dun never slept of porches
i had my cordless phone on my corpus cone
scorpione i drop mad dijon flava with the dressin cream
i rock beyond the great abyss excessively
i rest at ease with the cheese that i’m gradin
don’t think that any sh-t you say might attack or degrade me (i got the gravy)
who got the groove? we got the funk babe
shock the booth as we dun block the f-ckin route and drop a tongue play
all sunday, from dusk till the dawn
ay fly lady can you tell me what is on?
– i keep noticing that i’m a

[hook 2:]

[bridge:]

what you real hard? and why you got pain?
what you got real hard? and what you got bane in?
what you got real hard? and what you got fit in?
what you got real hard? you imaginatin’

now we spit chosen, indigod bars
draw the night close, making love to the stars
— annunaki, cooking some chapatti
for naughty ladies, who go cray like aphrodisiac

fore sumbati come interrogate my set or my party
give n0body respect before they on and copy- check:
– fore sumbati come interrogate my set or my posse
i’d wreck with intellect, i stay screaming for these

[hook 3:]

young forced s-xuals, thrown into the cataclyst
youngest interlectuals still smoking that cannabis
from the well of the amethyst springs the clearest water
watch the moon disappear in the thinnest aura

[outro:]

so, what you real hard? and why you got pain?
what you got real hard? and what you got bane in?
what you got real hard? and what you got fit in?
what you got real hard? you imaginatin’

stop procrastinating, and better start creating
better start creating

- ryler smith

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