Feastingonthegutsofangels song by Grim Salvo from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rage, Rap, Dark Trap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Feastingonthegutsofangels Meaning
| [[Intro] Sh-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba Slo– ho-no-no– Slow Ha-ba-ba-ba Hwooooo [Chorus: Mossback] You think that I won’t I’m sick of the front, I got no fucking patience, yeah, yeah She jump down my throat, manage your expectations, yeah, yeah You’re building a roof when you got no foundation, yeah, yeah Signal the smoke, spare me the altercation, yeah, yeah I’m sick of the front, I got no fucking patience, yeah, yeah She jump down my throat, manage your expectations, yeah, yeah You’re building a roof when you got no foundation, yeah, yeah Signal the smoke, spare me the altercation, yeah, yeah [Post-Chorus: Mossback] Been a minute since I really took a minute, yeah, yeah Been fixated on too many different women, yeah, yeah I’ve been spinning, avoiding all of my feelings, yeah, yeah Spilling my guts while I’m staring at the ceiling, yeah, yeah I’ve been here too many times I’m slowly losing my mind [Verse 1: Sleuth] Bitch, I’m broke and I got holes in my clothes, but I am not impatient, yeah, yeah What the fuck I do I want? Think I got hesitations, yeah, yeah ³³ always gonna be spicy, call it capsaicin, yeah, yeah Under the impression that we’re ever gonna stop but you’re fucking mistaken, yeah, yeah You a façade, bitch, you so fraudulent I can see it on your face, not so confident Tried to manipulate me and my brothers Thinking I won’t but that bitch needs a buffer Used to pawn licks, now I’m top of my game Peeling the skin back from under my face Got a taste for it, now I just do it for thrills Tried to bait me, put a shot in his gills Not mad, I’m the gadfly, no cyanide ’cause the world just gonna keep killing me still Sleuthy like Socrates, no one’s ever gonna be able to say they bought me Actin’ like you not there, but I still care, still stare with a blank face, wondering what the fuck is on the TV With a Phoebe, tell me take her someplace, ’cause she really wanna to please me Got them blinders on like Peaky Oh, oh, oh , [Refrain: Mossback] I’ve been here too many times, oh, oh I’m slowly losing my mind [Verse 2: KAMAARA] See red in her eyes, all of these bitches evil, yeah, yeah You twisting your tongue, twisting my mind, that’s lethal, yeah, yeah Not part of the script, taking you out the sequel, yeah, yeah Right before I leave, I’ma get revenge, Max Keeble, yeah, yeah I’ma save you the heart ache Think it’s time that we part ways (Yeah) Not here for the long wait Think my time is a short stay (What) You don’t know the half of me, it’s sad to see that everybody laughed at me like Sąjūdis, (What, bitch) Now bitches throw it back for me so casually like, “Deet-da-deet-da-deet-da-deet-da-deet-da-deet-da-deet” Poor another cold one, swallow down a whole one, checking my pulse, am I dead? Can’t tell All that I know is I’m leaving my soul as you’re in my ear screaming, “Burn in hell” Clip that *cough* What’s up? ‘Cause one day, bitch, I’ma come back, rub this shit in yo’ face Eat your words that disgraced No more MIAs, only KIAs, where the dog tags? [Chorus: Mossback] You think that I won’t I’m sick of the front, I got no fucking patience, yeah, yeah She jump down my throat, manage your expectations, yeah, yeah You’re building a roof when y– when you got no foundation, yeah, yeah Signal the smoke, spare me the altercation, yeah, yeah I’m sick of the front, I got no fucking patience, yeah, yeah She jump down my throat, manage your expectations, yeah, yeah You’re building a roof when you got no foundation, yeah, yeah Signal the smoke, spare me the altercation, yeah, y–] |
