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letras de 6host – knuckle sandwich

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[chorus]
i’m damaged, head is in a bandage
different but i manage
they don’t understand it
i can’t reach, grab on any branches
eat a knuckle sandwich, drink until i vanish
i am my brothers f~ckin’ keeper
running from the reaper, still a non~believer
can’t hear till we blow out all the speakers
scream it from the bleachers
shut up all my teachers
i’m damaged, head is in a bandage
different but i manage
they don’t understand it
i can’t reach, grab on any branches
eat a knuckle sandwich, drink until i vanish
i am my brothers f~ckin’ keepеr
running from the reaper, still a non~bеliever
can’t hear till we blow out all the speakers
scream it from the bleachers
shut up all my teachers

[verse]
god dammit, i need second chances
i can’t talk to anyone
anyone that answers
i think i’m embarrassed
think i couldn’t care less
i can’t check on everyone
everyone i’m scared of
i don’t blame my parents
they looked out for their son
i don’t second guess no
i know where it came from
that don’t make me mad though
they gon’ keep me in check
i just like the shadows
cover up my missteps
she look good camera
trust me, no, that isn’t her
stick to chasing bands cause
you gon’ get your feelings hurt
never get my hopes up
i’ma make a k!lling first
i should keep a glock tucked
i learned that on k!llingsworth
baby, i’m a b~st~rd
at least i’ll admit that
we’ve been waving red flags
you just always skip past
everything i’ve said cap
you would never listen
know that if it is facts
you won’t ever miss them
[chorus]
i’m damaged, head is in a bandage
different but i manage
they don’t understand it
i can’t reach, grab on any branches
eat a knuckle sandwich, drink until i vanish
i am my brothers f~ckin’ keeper
running from the reaper, still a non~believer
can’t hear till we blow out all the speakers
scream it from the bleachers
shut up all my teachers
i’m damaged, head is in a bandage
different but i manage
they don’t understand it
i can’t reach, grab on any branches
eat a knuckle sandwich, drink until i vanish
i am my brothers f~ckin’ keeper
running from the reaper, still a non~believer
can’t hear till we blow out all the speakers
scream it from the bleachers
shut up all my teachers

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