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letra de huey knew then - ab-soul

[intro: ab-soul]
all that
mm!
check it out, hey
this is a story all about how
my life got flipped, turned upside down
and if you roll another blunt and keep your mouth shut
i’ll tell you how i became the wicked nigga they call young mind fuck
black out, black out (youngin from del amo)
black out, black out (belt by ferragamo)
black out, black out
black out, yeah, aye, man (black out)
ichiban

[verse 1: ab-soul]
they speak highly of me when i raise my voice
i gotta shoot a fuckin’ free throw to make my point
my wittiness leave ’em stuck in the wilderness
you need a backwood to roll to this joint
i’m robin hood in robin jeans, you follow me?
nevermind, i’m tired of tight -n-logies
still in pursuit of happiness in the midst of the madness
with middle fingers to b-tches with badges that go oink
(yeah! yeah!)
i’m on the fence with common sense
my logic is sound, spock of the 90746
no shit, sherlock
remind ’em of han solo on the battlefront
everybody behind soulo and they backin’ up
i just threw my two-step, let her back it up
go on, back it up! go on, back it up!
you dry-snitchin’, i’m slidin’ in somethin’ moist
you annoy these women, i anoint these women
you stressin’ em, i schedule an appointment with ’em
they let me cut so much i bring ointment, nigga
i’m lubricant slick, baby, i’m hornier than
the br-ss section of the band, you understand?
pick your poison, it’s your choice

[pre-chorus: ab-soul]
hey, i’m just a youngin from del amo
(lil’ homie from the hood)
yeah, with a belt by ferragamo
(yeah, b-tch, i look good)
hey, just doing what i wanna
this ain’t marijuana
please don’t tell my mama

[chorus: ab-soul]
i’ma black out, black out, black out, black out
you tellin’ white lies while i black out
black out, black out, black out, black out
pale white horse when i black out
black out, black out, black out, black out
spark the white lighter, then i black out
even white lives matter when i black out
bucket of black paint in front the white house, nigga

[verse 2: ab-soul]
(yeah! yeah!) i hope i’m in obama’s ipod
yeah, ‘fore i had a desktop
was lookin’ for a shortcut to be an icon
but this time it’s for the money, my nigga
me and the ichiban don got itchy palms
and i just left emmet’s with a jar and a intercom
i’ma act an -ss and have a donkey to pin it on
i’m winnin’ no matter what the decision’s dependin’ on
i’m sinister, picture a tickin’ bomb in the pentagon
the typical shit i’ve been on, remember the pen is gone
your pinnacle’s penny-pinchin’
i’m gettin’ nickels for my thoughts
(black out!) like slim shady in balmain jeans
difficult to say i’m vision impaired, all i seen
i’m yamborghini high, a$ap m-o-b
your 16 is pint-sized to me

[verse 3: da$h]
young no shame kurt cobain, b-st-rd son
with a gun in palm; money, pussy, crime sittin’ on my mind
no emotion, orange bottles how i deal with mine
crackin’ bannies only time a nigga cross the line
wrong hand signs’ll turn a function to columbine
yeah, so, b.o.b’s top gunner
front runner, nevr die clique, the thing you are not, brother
polo ralph lauren is keepin’ the glock covered
pour up medication by the brick
sippin’ oil like we’re tryna sink a ship
so yeah, uppers and the downers in the mix
now the film heads talking ’bout a script
livin’ my days is a gamble
i guess that’s the perks of the set, bet
ain’t nothin’ certain but dirt, that b-tch wearin’ that skirt
so i guess that i’m flirtin’ with death
need the type of cash cow to get trump whacked out
here’s the question you should ask
what’s the soul without the da$h?
never had the option i could back out
if it’s ’bout the cash, then i act out

[outro: da$h & ab-soul]
black out, black out
black out, black out
black out, black out
black out, black out
yeah, so!

- ab soul

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