Mano from Mano by Kurupi

And I need you to know
That every moment you love being yourself
That’s me

This that type of shit
That make me speak to the dead
This that- this that type of shit
That make me speak to the dead yeah
This that type of shit
That make me speak to the dead
This that- this that type of shit
That make me speak to the dead yeah

We can’t both exist
I’m going to become half of you
Because you’re going to be
Something extraordinary

Cooped up when the walls all close
Got no space to really move
Still been laying on the floor oh
Body fucking shakes can't claim control
Really tryna wait ain't space to let go (Go!)
Have an episode (woah!)
Closed quarters with the faux you already know
Eyesight filling up with light holes
I go spinning fast with that woah woah
Tryna catch myself
Slow flow hope it helps
Slowdance when the devil
Peaks from the shelves
Helps with time
Tryna think a farewell
Tryna side step
From the depths of-
(Aye you already know)
In my head tryna breathe
3 am and I need
My adrenaline to finally peak (boom!)
So it trails off till it's gone (yeah!)
Think there's nothing wrong (yeah!)
Go on without no thought
Tryna finally sleep

This that type of shit
That make me speak to the dead
This that- this that type of shit
That make me speak to the dead yeah
This that type of shit
That make me speak to the dead
This that- this that type of shit
That make me speak to the dead yeah
This that type of shit
That make me speak to the dead
This that- this that type of shit
That make me speak to the dead yeah
This that type of shit
That make me speak to the dead
This that- this that type of shit
That make me speak to the dead yeah

Blessing everything that I spit out my chest
Tossing out the weight today when I rest
So I ain't got a worry in head
When people testing me
Still be questioning
Best intentions dead
When they invest in these
Head remedies
Jump hoops to conclude
What you still can't see
But still mess with me up from
The blood on the fence
I think you think we the reason he-
I know when you look at us he ain't there (there!)
I think you think we don't care
Think we don't care
Ugh (no!)
Too much to bear (ugh!)
Pack up the baggage and pass with a stare
Land on my back let it rattle my bones (bones)
I'm ignoring phones
And cracked it impaired

You’re going to be a human being

• Alternative
• Latin Rap
• Rap
• alternative hip-hop
• post-punk
• punk rap
• spanish
• Los Angeles