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Текст песни Qwel - Broken Wing

Qwel - Broken Wing слова песни

Dah nuh na na nuhG4 fo sure, we`re goin to war sonOn his snide pride lyin with a smile and forked tongueStealin with his eyes, chillin back of the forefrontWill`s design to ill the mind, but here the fourth horse comesScreamin come freedom in this season of droughtMasonic demons meet in secret, we believe it aloudWithout the greedy, grubbin, ducky hands just feet in the cloudsSwingin sickle at these anti Christos, keeping us downBlingin, heathen at this bloody freak-nic, geekin to drownCrowds of weekend warriors, but Meaty seeked so we foundNever peace on this earth, reserved for sleep in the groundAwaken only perfect in to keep the weakness withoutBut who`s that creepin in the teachin without speakin a sound?The loudest deacon fell asleep and shrouds his speech with a doubtYah`s fallen singer, fingers you down to scheme and a shoutBlinded eyes screamin, "why?" tryin to beef with the how(on the ground)Wonder how with no wings, but we`ll both flyOnly a fool would bring war on the Most High(is that your broken wing)Is that your broken wing? misery lovin company, huh?Hopin we both dieHe who`s living in vain, though it`s given us blangAnd paints life in image, gimmicks in this splintering frameTainted gift, that fallen angel clipped, crippled and lameLimpin for sympathy, bitch-like, but his riddle`s his nameHis fiddle dribbles out the brittlest twang, the vain cynicalDerail the faith train to enflame your fame, literalBrang pain, vain to maintain the slaves brainsand claims of brave ways, but can`t stay safe and hidden thoughIt`s either beefin or vegans or white Jesus in the middle roadPosed for sold simpletonsFrozen in a glimpse of hopeFocus dimmed and interscopedFloatin winter`s splintered boatNotice hiss in intervalsLotus twigs and integralsKnown as bitch to flitty hoesGolden grip and fixing votesSold us six in Christmas "ho`s"Broken scripts and videosJokin jist skinny bowsLocin shitty city folkHopin if the kiddies quoteThey`ll see him as the pinnacleYahMy eyes open high to the bloody horse soundinReal birds and bees, honey forty four thousandComin on this cloud with a quake and a loud windSingin with this, Jesus to the drum of war poundinWe found him, now`s the season, ain`t no reason for doubt, shitIf you ain`t bout it, bout it, you`re about to get drowned kidTil all praise Yah`s triumph, Zion, this mountainAll that realized, I find my ties at his fountainBounce on witherin, slitherin ain`t no side round itOr way to stay out, to catch the snake on his down ripWith triple six brow, frow toutin this foul chipBlazin, amazed at how this truth just sounds sickFakes ain`t forever like the weather just sound bitWhen lightning strikes twice on my mic and resoundedWe wonder in the thunder ground without the dumb proud shitTo see you on His judgment with a Blount and a crown vic

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