Diib - Unstable V4 (Prod By Skizobeats)

Ready to die with the beginning of the year Until now,

my head is still in the middle of the crowd, the noblest, still

dizzy between light and darkness, adapting to a

small problem that will bring out a tram in you, the problem is my existence, if

we remain in nothingness, this is written in the

preserved tablet with the pen, the earth was paradise before

Adam descended, but The path of desires is only spent in

pain. I am now 30 days old. Like any dream,

time is running out and death is coming quickly. Everything

goes and comes without raising the liver, because you will

ask about life before you think about starting. Time is taking off like

in the movies of James Wan. I want you to be Uberman, not just

Superman. Hit her with scissors for free. Guessing

instinct and storytelling before the day and gossip The fourth

time in front of the edge we say what happened The fourth time we

come to look at the other life I was going to bribe

death to come and give him a reward Now he has another

responsibility of a house and a family I no longer have

time to waste I do what is in my head

And whoever wants God to obey him, the planet was green

now, and the spring is coming, and those who call for principles, here

they are, selling everything, they do not understand what comes after

death or before birth, and what is the difference between brothers and sisters

other than authority and material, the final exam and games,

or material, a lot of questions without answers, and it is the

provision of humanity in the capitalist bond. The

democracy of my birds is oppression, even

religion is not like that. In a sadistic system, everyone

sees you as white. They sold you for evil. On your knees, when

you feel me, wipe your eyes from the tears.

Then look at me and purify your heart from the truth. Clear your

intentions. I am coming to address that spirit that exists. In a

coffee shop I don't have anything to do with me, at least we live, the

fasting cat, the baskets of ink are covered with the blood of feathers, Rawa, I

cut the book and asked the author of the story, an artist like Yagut,

they don't understand anything, they just shake it,

they don't understand anything, they just shake it, the

whole group's makeup is a joke, Deep

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