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letra de alfredo - afourteen

(yea, yuh)
(yea, yuh)
(yea)
blow the money every turn just for the same thing
bad money come and come in at the storm drain
take 30 minutes for a fish and eat weed brains
and why you laughin’ at me we droppin’ the same way
i brought my knife to a gun fight
charge at the people with bullets
one day i’m angry and sh-t dead
all day it’s all f-cking bullsh-t
walk round all day feelin useless
no one can tell me no different
watch yourself, walkin’ out
grab the key up your list is
suck and frown, when i’m down
walkin’ round, with persistence
i can flee, i can’t shoot, i can’t aim
you’rе low hit this
they made us sing for grace is fakе
was forced upon our face
this place gets you outside
take him the alfredo sauce gon’ cook up
you tell the kid to look down and we gonna look up
i can’t even pick it out and how we pull up
and even if you’re all down i’m still gon’ be shook up
(yuh, ay)
they put me as a look out
cops come around and i tell them what to put down
sticks comin out bullets flyin’ through the court now
i can’t even think while i’m duckin’ through the bush now
(uh, yuh)
sorry that’s your baby, cops came in drug busts on the daily
parents plead they sick f-ck the kami
my mind splits i can’t think so straightly (yuh)
tell me where you’re tryin to go, for this week (yeah)
in my mind limited love because i cannot sleep (yeah)
and you can take me hate me please just don’t play me down
and i can take ya maybe i need to get ya out if this town
(yuh)
i can’t even seem to get it out right now
everyone is lookin like a clown right now
had to keep proposing with a frown right now
and i could say what i want i would say bite down
the envious side of me wanna fight right now
disagree with me we give a f-ck so you can shut up
this p-ssy barely saying anything so you can run up
and they don’t give a f-ck bruh
i barely load the gun up, for yo ass get done up
boy you better listen when she call you up for supper
fly like the wind in the middle of the summer
chicken noodle alfredo sauce get caught up
like what up
you say what’s the point to those tests
and i say f-ck that sh-t i’ll take death
and i can’t close my eyes and just rest anymore
rhyme by the time late night penny board
and i can’t even think about this sh-t because i’m bored
i’m freakin’ out they shot me and they messin’ up my board
yeah i might just take the easy way outside the back door
what the f-ck was this plan of attack we on the ad for
yeah i’m actin all panicky passin’ out on the black floor
throw my guts on the canopy what was all of that for
i can’t even complete this sh-t man i gotta think more
yeah i’m feelin defeated, walkin’ out a liquor store
fight into a minute
maybe all this sh-t is happening this four i can freeze it and never this
i can’t see anything, i can’t see in front of me at all

- afourteen

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