segunda-feira, 21 de janeiro de 2013

Suicide Boy

Plágio descarado e ajustado para um eu-lírico masculino e com UMA PITADA de mim, de uma música feita pela galera numa noite dessas, escritas num papel que ficou no meu carro.
(Imagem não relatada, apenas achei legal hahaha)



I know a guy
He is suicidal
Others can't really understand him
The best way to try to understand him, isn't listinening what he says
It's not watch what hes doing
He comunicates better when hes quiet and doesn't make sense at all

You'll see him drinking with friends
Trying all of kinds of drugs
Weed, coke, pussy, even religion
All of then and add his colorful hair and his bunch of tattoes
He's only trying to make sense to himself

And all of the smoke in his fuckin head
He doesn't mind, He doesn't care
Sex is the only thing he seem to think about
But is no love, he just tryin to fell less stressed out

Driving fast his fucked up car
No mind if crashess, will be just another scar
Drugged and intoxicated
He took his pills, he'll soon be sedated
Do you mind if he light another cigarette?

>Chorus

He wants it all 
All the candies in the store
All of then shared with a whore
The lights out, but still can see you
In the dark he made his realm
All the blades are on dispose
The closes one his told to abbandon all hope
If anything helps, he still have rope

>Chorus

Social dogma? That's bullshit
All of then can suck his dick
Life? Death? Doesn't thing that have some more
All the others say that know what life is
But they don't know how to this
Wanna bite? Come and get
Here, take another cigarette

>Chorus

Believe, he can care less for this shit
You can look strange or complain about this song
But for you he has a special thing (eh)
A fine picture of his middle finger

We'll se eath other in hell, modafoka.


Bem, tecnicamente, isso é minha propriedade, já que a única cópia do original está em minha posse. MUAHAHAHAHAH