Letra de 'Bloodrush (feat. Denzel Curry, Andrew Broder, Haleek Maul)' de Dua Saleh

Behind every smile, it be a river of tears
Six minutes, you're on, at the crack of dawn
You will face all your worst fears
Dip the curtains, you hear all the cheers
And profanity, all of its fear
See your vanity, all of your peers

They're your enemy, you will be veered to insanity (Ah)
I am the mare of the night, while others dream in the day
Life is a joke, your life is part of the play
Most of us stuck in the grave
Well, Edgar Allen Poe be your cup of joy
And watch a lonely actor life get destroyed (Ugh)

I don't wanna hate, we just wanna have fun
Touchin' on my body, closer to my lung
Posted on my bloodrush, I be goin' up
Bodies goin' up

I don't wanna hate, we just wanna have fun
Touchin' on my body, closer to my lung
Posted on my bloodrush, I be goin' up
Bodies goin' up

Sinners on a summer night, funny you believe that
Commies on a money mart, gully grow the tree back
Chummy throw ya chin about, kiddies couldn't feed that
Timmy tied his teeth amongst, knuckles couldn't bleed that
Sinners on a summer night, funny you believe that

Commies on a money mart, gully grow your tree back
Chummy throw ya chin about, kiddies couldn't feel that
Timmy tied his teeth amongst, knuckles couldn't bleed that
Winners grow your cinnamon, Peter pulled his teeth back
Funny he deceived that, running you received that
Sit as you a sycamore, Sally grow her feet black
Bunny hop to two laps, bunny hop to three laps

No handlebars on the ten speed
Bust that shit 'til it's empty
I don't ever listen when they talking
Charlie's all in the middle of the market
Spark my ting in the middle of the market
Smoke plumes ring, it's a missing, it's a Miley
Feel for the kid, got big dreams, won't kneel to the king

I can't kneel to the pressure
See through, you like the roof to the Tesla
Swerve off the Earth to the next dimension
Run a dot, then come lay with the ward
They know that you 'fraid, they wait 'til you buy
Safe in vibrance from brightness, as always

Silver tongue to cinnamon, singers on the run
Vocal cord attraction, brazen by the gun
Seen you 'round the city I, seen you cross my lungs
Seen you in the gritty, I seen you through the tons

Skinny stick your stomach out, petty pick abort
Petty prick your finger with some branches and a fork
Terminate your troubles and drink them out a spork
Titty tickled troubles, heifers on a porch