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letra de upside down - agl

yo, it’s chris jones
agl, above ground level
reppin’ the 203, from ct to vt and
now, i’m in the 802
ugh, yo, yo

[verse 1]
sometimes i think, but i don’t know what to write
you know what it’s like, it doesn’t even matter if you’re flowing precise
play stereos in the night, in the studio ’til it’s light, but
when you choking on a line, there’s really nowhere to hide
most of the time, that’s why we rap our souls into the mic
we ride on this road ’til we die, because we’ve chosen the grind
or did the grind choose us? f-ck it, i’m rolling the dice
take you from low to high with the dose i prescribe
make you grow to the sky, look down at the world, adios, goodbye
dozing on the flight, open your eyes so i can see hope in your eyes
blowing the lye, k!lling it colder than ice, you could get frozen alive
even the hoes wanna fly, but i tell them to take a hike, ‘cuz
some of them true, but most of them lie and
more than half of them will become a ghost in my mind
if you’ve got a different sound, the game is a slow enterprise, but
i’mma get it, east coast, that’s right

[hook]
forget fitting in, i like standing out
take the right-side-up, turn it upside down
yeah, i know that life is a trip and
so, i’m holding the mic with a tight grip

[verse 2]
staring at my notepad, the past flashes, throwbacks
i rap ’til it goes bad, get mad that i wrote that
i grab the page, rip it out, crumble it up
throw it away, hit the doubt, continue mumbling stuff
get up, pace around my room in a circle, smoking purple
french inhaling, i get to trailing off, blowing herbal
now, i’m feeling it, facing a calling card, can i deal with it?
sealing it, went from concealing this to revealing it
i’m k!lling it, sick as a dog, i’ll be the illest
i’m as real as it gets, lincoln logs, my bob the builder sh-t
remake the frame of the game, ‘cuz i’m a realist in a
fake world, admitting i’m a bit of an idealist
i’m minding my own, people are pathetic
deceitful and decrepit, feeble and neglected, i can see the wretched
complete rejection, but misery loves company
this is a journey to higher ground, so come with me

- agl

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