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letra de wut it do (interlude) - andy cypress

[verse 1]
keep it moving, i don’t wanna conversate
sliding down the interstate, with no expression on my face
i got the key to the city, but it can’t open heaven’s gate
and all these layman be talking, i might just have to amputate
metaphorically speaking, but it get physical really, and it don’t ever stop until i go and clock in a milly
the numbers speak louder than all the drama, to say the least
so you get cooked like a feast, yeah ima stay outta reach
until you rethink what you preach and what you claiming to be
that sh-t is f-cked up, got enough of it, hope you all plummet, face down till you crumble all of a sudden
i summon psychopathic voices from the places forgotten
so you could say what you want, but i ain’t think about stopping
and ever since, i been lifting the bar, but i ain’t even squatting
gotta give em runs for they money
but they be moving all funny
i hang em by a thread, indefinitely, none of y’all lucky

[chorus]
i could redefine your definitions of a real one
take time off, then i’ll do it, got it all done
can’t speak about the unspoken, cuz you can’t run
pockets always bruised, yeah i feel like i don’t got none
put it on me , take pride when i see
what the outcome gonna end up to be
got a script down and i always live by it
they look at me crazy, cuz i’m different and i’m silent

[verse 2]
i gotta channel my spirit, with every breath i inherit, and steer it in the right direction until all of y’all hear it
i got that next level adaptability, i tend to be the one with stability, it’s overstanding the worst
but first things first, i recognize what i’m worth
i hop out, broad day, until i see the ways i’m submerged, into the depths of my cerebrum
i see the invisions, they vicious
i missed the part where you asked for some time and forgiveness
decisions made, i lay the food on the table
and i got bars like a cradle, i’m for the family and not for the fables
they be talking too much, but they ain’t say sh-t
statements empty, god d-mn i f-cking hate this sh-t

[chorus]
i could redefine your definitions of a real one
take time off, then i’ll do it, got it all done
can’t speak about the unspoken, cuz you can’t run
pockets always bruised, yeah i feel like i don’t got none
put it on me, take pride when i see
what the outcome gonna end up to be
got a script down, and i always live by it
they look at me crazy, cuz i’m different and i’m silent

- andy cypress

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