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letra de breathe - adamite

[verse 1: adamite]
ugh yea round and round i go like the f-cking merry go
so quick i turn the holy ghost into holy smoke, holy smokes!
look at that nose on pinocchio, my d-ck got the same curse thats why i lie until i blow!
whoah! speaking of blowing yes i’m blowing smoke, like a train or locomotive, welcome to the magic show
i’m not a dummy, yes i’m eating with a full tummy, thanking mickie d -ssociates like thanks honey, hahaha yea
thanks for the money, drive away in the getaway car while the b-ss bumping, we cracking up like humpty dumpty
but wheres the wall, lights flashing like who & the f-ck done went and called the law
poppin’ smarties & adderall in the backseat, the cop says your under arrest i say who me?
he says yes sir your under the influence, i pulled my hand back slap him like b-tch you been stupid

[hook: adamite]
now sit back, relax, & inhale-exhale just breathe
sit back, relax, & inhale-exhale just breathe
sit back, relax, & inhale-exhale just breathe
sit back, relax, & inhale-exhale just breathe

[verse 2: jarren benton]
jarren benton, i chug a p-ss through and slap you
doing doughnuts in the parking lot, i hit the median spun out & broke the axel
deranged lunatic, i walk the block in a speedo, anchorman 2, i smack you with a bean burrito
throw a rock up at the sky and accidentally hit an alien, chilling with australians
get head from an israelian, wh0r- i take it out her -ss & skeeted on her cranium
i spazz like a tasmanian, my d-ck is like t-tanium, yea, i bully rappers like debo
catch me in the isle at your local home depot, stick to the g-code, shoot at your peep-hole
gotta big ego, i don’t like sharing needles but i will if i have to, n-ggas know that cash rules
i got my ged by crashing parties at your grad-school, mad screws loose inside of my head
i woke up with a dead wh0r- inside of my bed

[verse 3: adamite]
jarren! i thought we learned not to f-ck wh0r-s
now your laying next to her lifeless & dead corpse
the cops will think the intercourse was more than likely forced
aww f-ck it she opens her legs up more than a door
i panic & run around in a f-cking circle
drop my gl-sses, jinkies, i’m the white version of steve urkel
i can barely move & yea i got an att-tude, i just need a bowl of campbell’s chicken noodle soup
glaucoma, mixed with a strange aroma, appeal to the senses, about as appealing as a coma
i’ll tear through you like a zombie on some bath salts, don’t blame adamite or jarren i swear it’s not our faults!
no, its not our fault, it’s not our fault, it’s not our fault, i swear to you it’s not our fault!

- adamite

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