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letra de blackout - alex vince

[intro: ugly chulo]
it’s the barrio boy

[verse 1: uglychulo]
me and my girl off a bottle
gone before 7 pm
leaving the house after 10
late to the party that’s regular sh-t
windows low tint, smoke trail with the wind
we got a d.d. ain’t worried about sh-t
life like a t.v. the way that it switch
soon as i hop out the wind got me trippin’ again
dizzy, hazy, inebriated
room spinning, soul dilated
hardly standing, f-cking faded
bout to make it to the toilet and regurgitate
the toxins taken, tolls been taken
feel displacement
out of place can’t feel my face
give me my sp-ce to get my graces
staring at myself put my face in the sink
flushing down my p-ss and we clean
front like i’m fine but i know i need sleep
saying take the shot but the water what i seek
done crossed the line
still haven’t peaked
i be alright man i’m just trying to leave
f-ck this, gotta uber out of this b-tch
bro can’t find his motherf-cking keys

[verse 2: alex vince]
everything you heard up on this tape
is nothing short of something i was born to make
if you was born for greatness
you was born to hate me
i’m the better fella
keep the score like ‘sese
i go a capella
hit a note like david
make it mozzarella
when i get the payment
but i’m broke as f-ck and still i’m twice as famous
if they quoting us
we get the affidavit
this ain’t no pin or no
king king
this is the buzz on that phone ring
wipe it up
clean clean
hold up
what you mean
smoked up
hit a beam
so drunk
hennessey
i’m believing in anything
i ain’t f-cking with who these b-tches pretend to be
‘nother shot to the head they calling me kennedy
b-tch i’m the sickest i cannot find a remedy
different state of mind they turned me to an enemy

[hook: alex vince & the bowling boys]
hold up b-tch i’m blacked out
i told you b-tch, i’m blacked out
i sold that sh-t, no crackdown
but i told you b-tch, i don’t back down

[verse 3: alex vince]
back
popular demand
i could cop a pack and turn it into a grand
i could pop a cap, the bullet fell in my hand
i could take you where i took it but you’ll never understand
it’s a tightrope
all these phony b-tches say they wanna die slow
i just hit ’em with the motherf-cking eye-roll
this dope sh-t, you could never find those
splinter in your eyeball, p-ss ya boy the nyquil
give a ho a pipe drill
never ever liked em
never would’ve wifed up
give ya boy the tysons
p-ss another tussin
any other substance
keep bustin it down
showing you motherf-ckers how i feel

[outro: alex vince & uglychulo]
oh my my, i seem to fade away
i’m in a different place
i’m think i’m gonna blackout(x2)

- alex vince

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