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letra de backseat thoughts - alex bond

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backseat thoughts revolving around a time that was calmer
life with no meaning of dollar, all that i ponder
on this road trip to my birth state, overwhelmed with the nerves like a first date or first day at new workplace
write verses in cursive, urgent, this pen got a purpose
drop a single have y’all disperse, emergency like a surgeon
i learn to keep all my verses, not the writtens i’m talkin’ bout the scriptures, the type of sh-t that you quote for your favorite picture
declare me the victor, i defeated my competition, instant, n-gga was right in front of me, close to no distance
because he was reflection, watered down version of me
stuck in his ways holding me from what i’m learning to be
i’m glad you ain’t heard of me and if this is the first impression i reckon it’s worth it, perfect d-mn near
chain heavy like chandelier, she scented like candle, clear motivation of getting naked for this man in the mirror, look

i want a ring that cost more than the kingdom
i want a thing that when all fails she singing
telling me it’ll be good if we just hum
hidden garden of eden, home where she from
told me that she a heathen, she don’t really believe in heaven but that’s irrelevant when she put my head in it
tried practicing celibate and said to h-ll with it, grab the celly, hit a city girl for the fellowship
see the hip, don’t want me to grip, i just got equipped
read the script then teach a kid, cycle, let it spin
love your kin, don’t forget to sin, that’s what we the best at
i be where the checks at, nike too, rep that
waiting for world to end cause i’ll be here after
walking, following the wind cause nothing really matters
rocket ships and bottles of hen on my way to saturn
she let me in with no glove, i’ve experienced war backwards
experiments with the backwoods
never had to act hood, always had to acknowledge my power, penmanship, big ass problem
they ask where you been at bonded, then i respond honest
i been at the c-r-i-b, quarantined to a t, whole planted on lockdown
you claiming you sick as h-ll but i got the hardest cough now
let me put this pot down, let me put this blunt down, quit rolling up before i run out
this just weed i ain’t criming’, don’t pull a gun out
sampling tweets, i’m shining before the sun out
handling beats, put this one in a headlock
just last week i met someone who said my
music got them through a flight, that gave me delight, it brightened my whole mood, enlightened my goals too
been writing a poem, truth is i like it alone, who is you telling me that someone can rap next to me, no proof
no artist, no producer, no studio, no booth
will give you writtens like this, lyrics filling like soul food
i’m blowing your phone boo, trying to see what you onto
i’m the only one that really wants you and that’s on dukes
but lately i’ve been worn out like some old shoes
if you’re looking for me you can catch me on the roof

- alex bond

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