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TABLE of GODS (feat. StreetBucks, Megan Santana, Kanaya, Abram Manuasa, Sampurna, Yoel Sinclair & Rika LeBlanc)

Uber Casa Nova

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rika LeBlanc
Rika LeBlanc
Songwriter
Abulwafa Rangga Adzka
Abulwafa Rangga Adzka
Songwriter
Muhammad Raihan Tegar
Muhammad Raihan Tegar
Songwriter
Taura Pasha
Taura Pasha
Songwriter
Triuli Shaska Pasaribu
Triuli Shaska Pasaribu
Songwriter
Abram Nuasa
Abram Nuasa
Songwriter
Shira Allegra Sampurna
Shira Allegra Sampurna
Songwriter
Renata Kanaya Pradia
Renata Kanaya Pradia
Songwriter

Lyrics

It's been a month since the last time we met And um Yeah, feels nice to be back I've been How's everything? How's life? Did things get hazy? Any progress in handling your anxiety? I've been- Alright, If you see anything from Instagram It's fucking fake Well, I've been seeing you strolling around this city a lot Good food, good friends, good life What brought you back here anyway? Jesus Christ Naa nanaa nanaa Nanaa nanaa Naa nanaa nanaa Nanaa nanaa Yeah? I can't stand you, I can't take it anymore What are you talking about? (I'm so fucking tired of the things you do to me) One day I was your everything, and the next you drown me (Hey, look) I can't love myself around you You keep me in a fucking cage and have me all to yourself Man, fuck you and your whole family, you bitch (And that's not it) With all of the shit that I need to get through Stuck with my tears, so I'm so fuckin' guiltful My pistol is loaded and I'm in the corner Secrets to secrets revealing its cover Massive heartbreaks, breaking my mind Parents get ruined keep messing my life Friends that are something, they keep me laid down Stuck on that time and keep feelin' blue Saying my word and get pieces of wood All I got, blood and some pieces of wound Letting me cry over and overnight every time My life just suck, so I got so high on drugs I'm working my ride But still is a fucker that's only gon' cry But now I got life with the flow and my rhymes With the flow and my rhymes (So all of you pacifists) Fuck you, your mother, your father, your aunt Your uncle, your sister, your brother, the man You tryna become and the shit you've been saying about it The shit you've been claiming to plan I might forgive, I will never forget This ain't a threat A promise, you get me? I ain't got a gat But steel on my knuckle's enough I assume just to clear up the air And all the wrong things they've done to me Discouragements I've gotten At some point in my life, I wish they gun me down So fuck their job, fuck their passion, fuck their tries And fuck their lies, fuck my life, fuck me, fuck Fuck Naa nanaa nanaa Nanaa nanaa Naa nanaa nanaa Nanaa nanaa Tor, tell 'em But you feel me? Why I take this shit? for my energy When you work so hard and your time's so low The nic hits you like a remedy If you do this shit like how I did You're gonna get run up by some enemies From Taura to Thorra to Lucy to Tora to Megan I'm just saying, I'll be who I'll be I'm sorry I'm sorry I loved you, but it was never enough The hurdles I go through can't get any harder I'm just getting weaker The splints on my chest's sinking deeper The blood trail I left reads my name Don't ask me if I'm wrapped in shame I'll be gone, let's not try this again In the table of Gods, you can find me Where I'm drinking your blood and you can see Oh the rest of the ones who will feast Oh the rest of the ones who will feast Feast The same kind of meat
Writer(s): Triuli Pasaribu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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