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letra de space odyssey - alf dente

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[intro]
codeine
yeah

[chorus]
i’m letting my pain spill
it’s nights on the corner, i could’ve got murdered, for real
make cocaine deals
the xd and ar be dropping boys dead in the field
and that’s why i take pills
40 days, 40 nights, walk with the 40 or 9
drink ’til i’m wasted
ignorant, rush him and bust him, i won’t take my time
some of my n-ggas that died, i wonder if they ran into god, yeah
cinnabon under the ride, we’ll swish cheese his house
they told me i’m k!lling the game, i told them i’m spilling my pain
when coke k!llers cry, thеy make stains
p-ssy boy, stay in your lane
[verse 1]
i got a freak b-tch with mе
i got a bean addiction
hot with the evil henchmen
ready to steam a n-gga
i wish they would free the system
see it with eagle vision
teenager p defending
jesus piece is dripping
i get the grams out my face
i’m higher than outer sp-ce
it’s an addy and molly day
you know that i’m concentrated
200 pounds a day, my pupils dilated
you trying to ride the wave, too late, it’s outdated
i got a beam addiction
soon as i see them n-ggas, i had to squeeze the pistol
cuzzo gon’ breeze the fisker
i know her knees is tender
yuh
codeine
yuh

[chorus]
i’m letting my pain spill
it’s nights on the corner, i could’ve got murdered, for real
make cocaine deals
the xd and ar be dropping boys dead in the field
and that’s why i take pills
40 days, 40 nights, walk with the 40 or 9
drink ’til i’m wasted
ignorant, rush him and bust him, i won’t take my time
some of my n-ggas that died, i wonder if they ran into god, yeah
cinnabon under the ride, we’ll swish cheese his house
they told me i’m k!lling the game, i told them i’m spilling my pain
when coke k!llers cry, they make stains
p-ssy boy, stay in your lane
[verse 2]
i feel possessed at night
i stand in the kitchen, my n-gga be cracking the seal
he felt like his chest on fire
we wind up the window and hit him with .223 steel
you know i got mob ties
prada, dior, laurent, i drip in the hills
i pull up in self top
bumping that boosie, it’s souped up, just look at the wheels
i’m having flashbacks
robbing a lot of n-ggas, nah, for real
shawty gon’ backstab but, i keep on f-cking
i love her lil booty, it’s real
racks in the stash box, yeah
mac, not no laptop, yeah
he say he gon’ roll, i hope it’s for real
he selling his soul, he wanted some mills
i got a perc’ addiction
denim’s hermes fitted
a gift and a curse, i’m sinning
spliff and german enigine
i give it some herbal essence
bury the murder weapon
she went in the worst direction
i know that she hurt forever
[chorus]
i’m letting my pain spill
it’s nights on the corner, i could’ve got murdered, for real
make cocaine deals
the xd and ar be dropping boys dead in the field
and that’s why i take pills
40 days, 40 nights, walk with the 40 or 9
drink ’til i’m wasted
ignorant, rush him and bust him, i won’t take my time
some of my n-ggas that died, i wonder if they ran into god, yeah
cinnabon under the ride, we’ll swish cheese his house
they told me i’m k!lling the game, i told them i’m spilling my pain
when coke k!llers cry, they make stains
p-ssy boy, stay in your lane

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