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H E A D W O L F
Leave a dent in your career like a chin with a cleft
Everybody so two-faced, Harvey Dent
Please don't call me cause my phone is at like one percent
I don't wanna talk anyway, blown' off another day
Pretty face, in a gaze, look away
Beautiful is suitable, I call it indisputable
Broke in a studio, better than in a cubicle
Set it off, better off dead
I let em' off, head is off, lookin' all red
And not to get sentimental, I wish I was better, head of the pressure
Clever lesson he sent me, I sever all of the bread up
Never better the credit than irrelevant "could-of-beens"
Imma' shed all the negative, Imma' let em' be benefits
I'm a positive pessimist, I'm a hundred percent of it
I'm a rebel to rebel, foot on the pedal ahead of em'
Never heard a sound like the N.V.
Hopefully as broke as I'll ever be
I can see smoke, I can feel the heat
Not the one to provoke, I can kill a beat
So many clones at the throne, it's a travesty
And go home if you don't wanna face defeat
So many wannabes who hit lotteries
And get boosted up, lackin' quality
Get off my back
Say I'm a goner in Tartarus chartered in black
Soul is departed it's harder to laugh
And blow the facade and I'll solder the gash
Figure I'm smoked
Burnt to a crisp in my head like toast
Land in my city ahead of the ghost
I'm Migi parasitic hand of the host
Cold; frozen in pulses
I've been lost with my god for a solstice
So I figured I'd rot in a dungeon for profit and cost
Probable cause and closeted off
Think I'm a fraud, I'm dead in the wrong
Plotted a fraudulent breath and arrested a fault
Falling along, alone in a song
Wrought and succumbed to it all
Never heard a sound like the N.V.
Hopefully as broke as I'll ever be
I can see smoke, I can feel the heat
Not the one to provoke, I can kill a beat
So many clones at the throne, it's a travesty
And go home if you don't wanna face defeat
So many wannabes who hit lotteries
And get boosted up, lackin' quality
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H E A D W O L F
Leave a dent in your career like a chin with a cleft
Everybody so two-faced, Harvey Dent
Please don't call me cause my phone is at like one percent
I don't wanna talk anyway, blown' off another day
Pretty face, in a gaze, look away
Beautiful is suitable, I call it indisputable
Broke in a studio, better than in a cubicle
Set it off, better off dead
I let em' off, head is off, lookin' all red
And not to get sentimental, I wish I was better, head of the pressure
Clever lesson he sent me, I sever all of the bread up
Never better the credit than irrelevant "could-of-beens"
Imma' shed all the negative, Imma' let em' be benefits
I'm a positive pessimist, I'm a hundred percent of it
I'm a rebel to rebel, foot on the pedal ahead of em'
Never heard a sound like the N.V.
Hopefully as broke as I'll ever be
I can see smoke, I can feel the heat
Not the one to provoke, I can kill a beat
So many clones at the throne, it's a travesty
And go home if you don't wanna face defeat
So many wannabes who hit lotteries
And get boosted up, lackin' quality
Get off my back
Say I'm a goner in Tartarus chartered in black
Soul is departed it's harder to laugh
And blow the facade and I'll solder the gash
Figure I'm smoked
Burnt to a crisp in my head like toast
Land in my city ahead of the ghost
I'm Migi parasitic hand of the host
Cold; frozen in pulses
I've been lost with my god for a solstice
So I figured I'd rot in a dungeon for profit and cost
Probable cause and closeted off
Think I'm a fraud, I'm dead in the wrong
Plotted a fraudulent breath and arrested a fault
Falling along, alone in a song
Wrought and succumbed to it all
Never heard a sound like the N.V.
Hopefully as broke as I'll ever be
I can see smoke, I can feel the heat
Not the one to provoke, I can kill a beat
So many clones at the throne, it's a travesty
And go home if you don't wanna face defeat
So many wannabes who hit lotteries
And get boosted up, lackin' quality
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Writer: ADAM DOYLE, SHAY MICHAEL DAVID CAPOLUPO, SONNY CAPOLUPO
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave


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