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letra de neil kimberlin - 4am

[hook 1]
like go head talk your shit
go head talk your shit
all that shit is bush
we ain’t’ on that gr-ss we on that bush

[verse 1]
i rock the all black double on some free base shit
my girl went 0-100, i still got a base-hit
my blunderbuss is looping
looping koopas, kicking it in world three
my world seems, i’m living three lives all in the same scene
god d-mn

[hook 1]
go head talk your shit
go head talk your shit
all that shit is bush
we ain’t’ on that gr-ss we on that bush

[verse 2]
that shit is bush
talking the bush of riley reid
that shit is bush
the running back for usc
i’m just trying to be or not to be those knock off nikes on my feet
those dark knight become dents
after rent’s due
check my notepad
my notes had
those throwbacks before the nomads
you check all the kodaks
was the man i wrote the program
swear my c.d made d.c
kick into martial law
cause kick like it’s martial arts just makes sure no one’s dropping pants to p-ss
and now we got suspenders for all those shoulders and should’ve beens
yeah, four
you know all that shit is bush
yeah, you know all that shit is bush four

*transition to 2nd beat*

[hook 2]
that shit is bush
talking the bush of riley reid
that shit is bush
the running back for usc
the president in 03′ who knows the
execution nose bleed seats
and he’ll get that shit for cheap that shit is bush

[verse 1]
the tradition of extradition forgot to mention
i got a lady and she love to tattle
they just want some beef they want some cattle
eat your lunch and leave your plate up on the mantle
we saw mr. 3000 up the creek without a paddle
now that shit’s a puddle
claim they so subtle
what they telling us
tweets about they obliques
just make the youth feel so unique
i got the god complex
no mother mary
cap the g
asking me why teachers never p-ssing me
these nike’s on my feet
only compete in context
that’s never complete
but yet i rock the god complex around my neck
wicked witch of west she snatch my tie
we wonder why
those flowers always die
oh my

[hook 3]
all that shit is bush
you know all that shit is bush
you know all that shit is bush
we ain’t’ on that gr-ss we on that bush

[verse 2]:

in the essence of escobar
only goes so far
sampling some mozart
on the mound
catch the bach
now we’re back to bae
the token told em’
hold up, man what’s the hold up
we ain’t’ got no love from the kids off towards hogwarts
they kept my clipped chords
they wish for more
they listen for
4am
claiming some confidence as an accomplishment
the prophet spitting for profit
won’t stop till i’m in that coffin shit is bush

*repeat “hook 2″*

- 4am

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