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letra de chicken scratch - adriiian

i just p-ssed the 8th cloud
i feel like i smell loud
how did i end up in this crowd?
i look toward the sky, look like it’s falling down
white b-tch on my waist, i need to get out
white birch in my blunt, i feel like james brown (good)
i bet that you thought that i was gon k!ll it
and you would be right, the sky is my ceiling
toast to the gods for blessing our linens
toast to the squad, we eating, thanksgiving
motherf-ck the law, we popping and sipping
you gotta play your part if you tryna get wit it
i can measure my impact on the richter
i wanna paint you a pretty picture
this ain’t a paintbrush, it’s a swisher
all i need now is some liquor
i wonder if b-tches would taint the image
or is it the image that taints b-tches?
when did we start calling them b-tches?
they’re not dogs, they’re f-cking women
lemme speak to whoever’s in charge
i’ma ask them how did humans ever make it this far
just tell me why we dumb, you can speak to me harsh
i just want you to be real, i won’t take it to heart
i might pack the tool if we talk
the stronger the paranoia, the quicker the draw
i hope that i don’t end up talking to god
the faster i pull up on her, the quicker i’m gone
which drug do you think i’m on in this moment?
am i drinking or am i smoking?
am i tripping or am i rolling?
or am i joking?
you don’t know, sh-t, you look so hopeless
at least we can see that your dank is potent
i mean, i believe i can see who we all gonna be
and from cloud 9 you look like a baller to me
i’m sober now, you look like garbage to me
i’m tripping now, you look like garfield to me (p-ssy)
i hustle like i f-cking starve till i eat
ain’t no bread on your plate, you a goner to me
you already see that my bars are od
why in the f-ck would you quarrel with me?
why in the f-ck would you bother, my g?
chances are you want no problem with me
f-ck it i’m boutta get the rhythm back
i just need a one-two step and a simple rap
sankofa got it going on, that’s a simple fact
i just hit a blunt and it had the audacity to hit me back
your lips glossy, is that blistex or chicken fat?
i rep the flossy, where they flipping all the pigeons at
this what happens when you let me spit a written rap
i hope that you n-ggas enjoyed the chicken scratch
hope that you n-ggas enjoyed the chicken scratch, yah

- adriiian

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