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letra de dj crate - adobe house

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[verse 1: fanningsystems]
fannan to the godd-mn ripm-n-script systems
to fill them , to kiln them
ubiquitous wisdom
like yo, whatchu know bout it
c3po doing throw ups bout it
finding for blow in the front left seat
cadillac del legance that he rolls around in
varoom
how ya like me. high g
eyes mad red
visine in my eyes iris
talk mad sh-t, don’t front on my hygiene
got thick -ss dreads
feats of strength enlightening
now, yo
thunder will roll dog
cancerous, bummin a staog dog
fly by one ten in my e-three twenty
check engine light can’t stop the roll dog
but a smog check sure do
rocking an expired extension up in my rear view
ready
so it’s time to slow down g
find a spot, roast, cannabaecea cloudy
and drowsy and wheezy
like where the bud at
feeling uneasy the unforgiving taste of your lungs depth
slam that door!
chase that sh-t down
canada dry
like can dat -ss drive with a five speed
learning how to work stick dui in my ride
in the eye of the flying
saints like aquinas did
wake up get paper
like tony soprano’s driveway did

[hook: fanningsystems & collar john]
and didn’t, and don’t
and take, the naysayers nay
fighting for the cost to pay the day away
all to save and stave the pain
the writing in the dust illegibly reads “dj crate”

[verse 2: collar john]
exodus from the land of gold silver br-ss and fools
shacked up with hearts kings jacks and jewels
counting cards dark room full of clips
backing tickets taking bets ripping bricks
adobe mud litmus test
paper red
from the perforated fold swallowed down the chest
lungs laboring, vapor in follow fader spins
rhythm spilling down tracks of hidden kiln cracks
pillage the facts unwrap cap raking contact
its going
it’s back, it’s back, its gone plopped in row 10, its flowing
it’s wax, it’s dabs, heads locked in the lab
not knowing where they life is lefting
counteract every step headed
venture vector rabbit hole they fell in
how you like my high beams, mind raking eye rings
habit of sitting stoned every so silla my high seat
don’t know where i’m going my future looking opaque
range the streets, roam around, searching for dj crates (30k)

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