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letra de ganjaman - 8corpses

[intro]
scaryplain

[verse 1]
earth is a cemetery, living just to die
my brain is a mausoleum, i am dead inside
small or large, doesn’t matter the size
a tombstone won’t bring your family back alive
cherish the moments while you still got time
no hesitation, i will 86 you out my life
no time for games, i’m doing this outta spite
if you finna stay around, you better do it right
rеalest mothaf-cka in my bloodline
content in sеlf, no longer using that pick line

[verse 2]
no time to dilly dally
f-ck a pity party
hit life with a one-two
like a porta potty
i’ve been abused
it’s hard to chew
it’s hard to choose
its taught me, dude
a little thing or two about gratitude
and its amplitude
struck a cord in me
accordingly, that’s turned me loose
[verse 3]
if you wanna win, you gotta learn how to lose
just like you, i hate bad moods too
couldn’t find sanity, even if it had a longitude
searching for that mental fortitude
f-ck the blues, hit ’em with a whoop times two
one man army, homie, i don’t even need a crew
went from hard drugs to hard drums
you won’t ever hear, “i want her back”
come from my gums, h-lla people dumb
irish goodbye to anyone that wrongs me
these grudges don’t expire for my enemies
mercy is a cosplay for sanity
i’m insane b-tch if you cross me, that’s a tragedy
from the ground up like balducci
no illusion though, becoming the best me
can’t put a band-aid on a bullet hole and expect it to heal
but drugging my achilles heel

[chorus]
what can i say? b-tch, i love to get high
smokin’ ganga, man, makes me not wanna die
everyone knows a guy, b-tch, i’m the guy
i’ll k!ll a mothaf-cka, that’s 365
what can i say? b-tch, i love to get high
smokin’ ganga, man, makes me not wanna die
everyone knows a guy, b-tch, i’m the guy
i’ll k!ll a mothaf-cka, that’s 365
[verse 4]
embarked on adventures on embarcadero
brain going fast like the mom in ponyo
it’s quite the fiasco
i knew i banged some trash when she cheated on me like the astros
don’t let that bar go over your head though
i love mushrooms like paul stamets
holes in my memory like stanley yelnats
a result of another palindrome called xanax
growth doesn’t come from a garden full of yes-men
got thoughts coming outta left field like the bullpen
life is a double-edge sword like darth maul
fake it ’til you make it like better call saul
they say it’s a numbers game like mean, median, and mode
but i found more meaning on this road
you won’t catch me hitting that median when i’m in my mode
got mushrooms on my mind like i’m toad

- 8corpses

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