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Let My Veins Ache

Our negotiation is slow, ask for installments as if it's a gift on top of a hump
Don't do it, don't follow the gesture, it's all fake
The ember fell
a single meter planted the hill, like a lottery shot
The texture of the comment is closed, the stance of fixed cholera
Under the curtain, the smell of people, bring a conclusion now, oh reverence
My mood deviated, the shot started, the peace fled
My heart boxed, became lawless every clear
Glitters scattered on top
March happened, it was rap, you were dotted with charcoal, I was at the stop
You traveled at the last stop
My heart is broken, medical waste, the clock hand took the compass, I was neutral on the scale
Coffee remained on the right
And Cholera jumped from its sleep
Counted, cushioned, laid, the gaze collapsed on top, the screw tightened
In the twilight of doomsday, my body upright, my face down
Come sit, live on the edge
Cholera, the consistency of the head, boiled, the eyelash burned in every branch in the cigarette
A half anesthetic piranha, Sagopa
Ultra-thin mixed mantra, connect me to deep freeze
The taste is escaping thoroughly, a phobia has taken root in me
Everyone copied, claimed three and a half to four lines
Ask for a face, if I don't give one, my two faces are dark
A complete ramp, my lyrics are a kite
Closed, clogged, don't worry too much about your head, don't dive deep

Chorus
Let my veins ache,
If it weren't for the support of my maximum ambition, the attacks of the enemy
Would seek a solution and pile up as a mascot

Sagopa
Those who chase after good luck will not let go when they catch it, that's for sure
Take time and yourself in two directions
1- it needs to be used
2- psychological tough battles are fought to reach peace. Stones pressed to the chest
I bit your rotten soul carcasses with my soul mate, anyway, let fate reveal your fortune
The enemy couldn't steal an ounce of love from me
This poem is sick and contagious because I have a jaw rolling in a tight and tough life
My body hidden under the same clothes, my cavaliers shaken with separate blows
The breath of the Lord has become the wind, I am his eternal work
There must be answers, because I had questions...
Every time you stuttered, the false signals burned
Like a lightning strike, your tears came and went in five seconds
I planted my flags in your lands. The war has just begun and will continue until the end of the song
After four bars, the smell of fear will appear in my song