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letra de quiet child - andrew s

[verse 1: andrew s]
fresh start, clean slate
big dreams, full plate
perform, raise h-ll
me and my friends celebrate
every weekend we be drinking
fighting f-cking yelling thinking
life is just our journey
so we don’t stop believing
were under siege, under attack
f-ck love no cardiac
up all night insomniac
winning trophies, names on plagues
come on gang! fred, scooby doo
naked girls twirl hula hoops
steal your girl like christmas
mrs cindy loo who
drink all night, feel like death i am who you fear
downing so much champagne
my p-ss is crystal clear
im a keystone species
but im not talking beer
she was really into me
red ring souvenir
im like samuel l jackson
i put into action
my snake up on this plane
higher sense of satisfaction
time’s slowly melting
pictured first by dali
trip to salvador
worst tasting tamales
fire to the flame
heat to the coal
missed the last cup
next game your a troll
5 jars of nutella
i spit raw like salmonellae
she said she kneed one d
so 2 displaced patellas

[hook]
quiet child gonna stand up and make a k!lling
won’t stop until i make a million
quiet child gonna stand up and make a k!lling
won’t stop until i make a billion
quiet child gonna stand up and make a k!lling
won’t stop until i make a trillion

[verse 2: andrew s]
did i just take 20 shots of confidence?
cops show up im-ma hop the fence
see my watch tells my opulence
my list of rhymes is bottomless
get so high lose consciousness
i protect the city, metropolis
im even good for you antioxidants
take a shot no chase
flowers in my bong now its a vase
no subs can shake my b-ss
as i drift off into sp-ce
my thoughts are all evil
good intentions gone
im gambling all that’s at steak
gambling my filet mignon
i talk about food
because i always have the munchies
girls leave cloths in car
underwear and scrunchies
my spirit calls me
i can feel it in my bones
ladies dig me, indiana jones
just chilling at my pad drinking a corona
after 6 of these find your girl im going to bone her
smoke a lot of week, life of a stoner
make a lot of doh! they all call me homer
philosophy prophecy, poetry, woe is me
tobacco leaf, im rolling tree
listen here supposedly
love ain’t cheap
my heart is broke
i fill my head
with clouds of smoke
billow billow
she weep like the willow
past beds she slept in did not provide the pillow
as i drift off into sp-ce
the darkness makes me suffocate
zero gravity kicks in
my shoulders do not carry weight
my mind is finally clear
for once able to concentrate
i map out my dreams up in the stars
use their matter to create
a braver world for us
so we hail to the gret world state
our hearts seeming so fragile
using s-x apeal as bait

[hook]

haha maybe one day

- andrew s

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