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letra de elucidate - aaron bates

(verse 1)
i used to snoop around the dog pound
gin and juice in my cup
i’m searching who am i?
a n-gga with passion? or am i really stuck?
between a rock in a hard place
the pressure increasing so much
a diamond in the rough, not feeling those cuts
how many times i’m leaking?
after the friday i’m weakened
drinkin’ more liquor, it’s my elixir
i’m addicted to this mixer, i know
i’m down bad, so i drown that with the rum
i know it’s dumb but i got feelings to numb
i tend to squander on actions that the leave me bothered
like never loving my father cause he was never a father
then me becoming a father and turning to him was horror, i distance myself much farther
cause n-gga’s just know departure
i’m scathed and remain unaltered
(chorus)
got a problem, hit the d’ussé
i do whatever you say
i learned in purgatory
no purging
you get what you gave
i’ll never trust a b-tch though
and that’s in every zip code
i know that y’all the captain of cappin’
man that’s y’all m.o
the beauty is the camo
i’m living like i’m rambo
pack my ammo in my cargos
til i get it yellow lambo truck
i’m sick of feeling starving
who is harvesting, i’ll carve em up
i never had a problem with the robbin’
i was downing up

(verse 2)
if i’m being honest
my problem was being modest
a promise i never honored
like scholars without they honors
i ponder the thoughts to wonder the neighborhood as a barter
exchanging my words for starters
for loyalty, love and armor
oh yeah, i’m ready for more
raw backwards if i get madder
and i splatter my woes then dip it in batter
i’m a hypochondriac that can’t detach
from medicine caps, that’s straight for the noggin
let me go or tickle me pink
that’s how it goes
a woman’s kiss to the head can for sure
allude me straight to the p-ssy
i don’t got time to be wasting
not less you paying
imma therapist, come visit the shrink
my diagnosis is between sheets
appointment at three, and you’re going to see me
(chorus)
got a problem, hit the d’ussé
i do whatever you say
i learned in purgatory
no purging
you get what you gave
i’ll never trust a b-tch though
and that’s in every zip code
i know that y’all the captain of cappin’
man that’s y’all m.o
the beauty is the camo
i’m living like i’m rambo
pack my ammo in my cargos
til i get it yellow lambo truck
i’m sick of feeling starving
who is harvesting, i’ll carve em up
i never had a problem with the robbin’
dough was making bucks

- aaron bates

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