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Lip Critic - Death Lurking (feat. Izzy Da Fonseca) [Lyric Video]

"Death Lurking (feat. Izzy Da Fonseca)", taken from Hex Dealer, the debut album from Lip Critic out May 17 on Partisan Records: https://lipcritic.lnk.to/hexdealer FOLLOW: FACEBOOK: http://LipCritic.lnk.to/facebook INSTAGRAM: http://LipCritic.lnk.to/instagram TWITTER: http://LipCritic.lnk.to/twitter SPOTIFY: http://LipCritic.lnk.to/spotify APPLE MUSIC: http://LipCritic.lnk.to/tiktok YOUTUBE: http://LipCritic.lnk.to/youtube BANDCAMP: http://LipCritic.lnk.to/bandcamp TIKTOK: http://LipCritic.lnk.to/tiktok LYRICS: Find my weakness Say is it an ankle busted knee Is it the thing in front of me Everything I have at the center of the pot Roll those dice let me see what I’ve got I’m a gambling man I’d rather leave it up to God Only know what I’ve had counting up what I’ve lost No more selfish ways They line the bottom of the grave 50 try’s tryna get me off it Chasing pleasures only turned me to a puppet No more fast mistakes Sleep light eyes cracked in a way Never one to take my time I’ll lose it So infernal but I know I’ll still pursue it All that you want Won’t be What you get When you’re a sardine Still trapped in that net In the stadium Body’s filling in Paramecia I tell them hunger is a gift From lucifer's last hellion Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Que infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Que infernal Cut me open It’s a belly ache Everybody’s got something to give away 50 days 50 days I’ll go build city out of waste Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Que infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Que infernal So when I’m running out the store you can’t stop me Because I’ve got a greeters vest I’m an employee 300 loaves of bread and some gasoline All I need to tip a scale that is balancing Everything I had at the center of the pot I used to roll the dice just to see what I got Now I weigh the side with the six black dots Barrel down the road money jammed in my socks (Eu não acredito seu idiota, você fodeu com tudo!) I don’t go home like you I don’t make food in the kitchen And I don’t sleep in a bed In a single position And I don’t turn on a show I don’t watch it and listen I’ve got the mind of a hound A lap dog disposition And I’m Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Que infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Que infernal And I don’t talk on the phone I don’t talk to a friend I make a secret elixir I find a spoon I can bend Death lurks in the cabinets And the dvd slots He’s my security camera I let him sit down and watch Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Que infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Que infernal I don’t have time for a selfish man I don’t have time for a selfish man I don’t have time for a selfish man I don’t have time for a selfish man A selfish man A selfish man selfish man A selfish man A selfish man selfish man a selfish man A selfish man A selfish man A selfish man I don’t have time for a selfish man #lipcritic #deathlurking #izzydafonseca #hexdealer