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7 In Disguise (Cover)

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Dario Moretti
Dario Moretti
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Yo... Six, Nine? The fuck's good with 6, 7? I see the stats behind your eyes, A whole damn puzzle in the skies. You front a seven, that's your guise, But I could be the one you rise. Countin' stars, countin' this grind, You the rhythm, I'm the rhyme. Six and nine could twist and bind, But you're just shy of the divine. I could be the six to your nine! Perfect match, a fucked-up sign! But you're a seven, stuck in time! Out of reach and out of mind. Numbers lie and numbers bend, you ever gonna comprehend? I’m the start, you’re the end, but we never seem to blend. Nah. You flip and flop like shady dice, Got feelings payin' the price. I'd bank my stack and roll 'em twice, But luck's a dead-end slice. Midnight whispers, zero light, You're a ghost in the night. Six to nine feels dead-ass right, But you just ghosted out of sight. Mmmh.... Maybe time will turn the tide, Maybe numbers won’t divide. Hold me tight or let me dip, I'm so locked up in this shit. I could be the six to your nine! Perfect match, a fucked-up sign! But you're a seven, stuck in time! Out of reach and out of mind. six seven