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letra de foyomind - 4fterdeff

[intro: 4fterdeff]

yeah
uh-huh
one more time for your motherf-ckin mind
4fterdeff
uh-huh, wha-wha
(scratched) 4fterdeff
(laughs)
rock me baby

[verse 1: 4fterdeff]

fresh off the block
creases on my socks
speakers kickin off
watch how these hoes come a-flock
tick-tock, time escapes
missed opportunities
tryna pick up groupies
that were never true to me
fickle minded, i’m blinded by
poseidon’s waves
i’d rather be drownin in her moist cave
her legs wide open but- who she tryna save?
she’s got me possessed to caress
a fragrance awaited in suspense ripples into my consciousness
the pool is shallowest
when drowning in intoxicants
reflections always fraudulent
what’s black and white in a world of grey?
cracks exposed whats brought me to this place
was descended from eden
now, i’m suspended with heathens
intended to get even
all, in vain these veins pump out these reasons
cause this that sh-t be leavin
but i stay to cling my place bruised
i’m never beatin
i’m here, present, in the moment
i felt it, god
i still cling movin through these phases
nothing’s ever sacred
blasphemous battles with strangers
in places where inequity flows by the cases
late night thirst come first
while she’s coerced
to suck-swallow these thoughts until they burst
this midnight masquerade of predator and prey
all tryna surface something that they can not take
f-ck it though, cause right now, (shiiiit)
too much tequila
got her knees feelin weaker
infiltratin vibrations got her pushin against the speaker
so high on this cloud, well, they could never reach us
her cinnamon skin sweetens this intimate sin
i’m hopin i ain’t pitchin a tent
-ssh0l- phat, she prolly leave a dent
my wallet’s lookin thin
from all the money spent
not carin bout the dividends
i’m too turnt
my stomach hurts i’m achin
but i can’t be complacent
mind poses a question
“will i ever learn my lesson?”
clogged in my intestine’s a euphoric bliss
becomes a nauseous kick
i hope she don’t get the wrong impression
cause i be gargalin on vomit
i rush towards the faucet
though each chunk on porcelain
gotta force it in, mind is orbitin
but sippin on poisonous sorcerous potions to bend your body like a contortionist
never conceded i ain’t forcin sh-t
in it to slip, slide, and glide if i’m fortunate
f-ck spoonin ma n-gga, i put ma fork in it
a terrorist in the matrix, call me morpheus

[outro: 4fterdeff]
yeah, huh
i’m slicin one more time for yo motherf-ckin mind
(scratched) 4fterdeff
respect

- 4fterdeff

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