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letra de so cray - arnold broseph

this that sh-t you split a rip to, givin’ doubles to the struggles that you live through/
i ain’t ever seen a trouble when i give 2 sh-ts never. ever think you struggle just a bit too much?/
guess i get too lit, too crunk, county time lets you get 2 bunks/ huh
so if you get too ripped, too drunk, count the times that you gived 2 f-cks, gave em up/
shout out dave, not the matheson, cuz i did the math and somebodys gettin’ cash and umm?/
well its not me, im cashin’ thum capitas to get a pack of gum, cig tax, get a pack of em/
i’ve never felt so q’hest, ku’t’schi’nm, need them oo nahs and lim lemtches/
were gettin lost, we been blessed in/
father connely never let a demon in/

cuz i’m possessed, im more p-ssed that i rest less and less, mixin wa’s with the q’hest/
what i should not do, where the blondes with the br–sts/
with the chronic, get ya on, gone with the best/ ahhhh q’hest
this ain’t dances with salmon,/
its busch bros in a low low just dancin like sam and/
marcus i know i owe you, i promise i have it/
honest , i’ve had it, wish i hadn’t bought me that gram and /
ahh d-mnit
i think i died in october, /
all this wasted efforts left me like, “i tried and got sober”/
n0body thinks itll help, benefit of the doubt is out they picture, /
finna sit on the couch, shout hey victor!/
i’m my own favorite, okay i’m not, i’m my own favorite skin tho, my skin shows no native/
when i get home, do i go crazy?/
or do i keep stayin’ ghost, dirty dancin’, gettin’ so swayze/

to each their own, you either hustle or you fiend, alone/
before cryin’ your poor grind got ya chicharones/
you keep your phone silent, so vibrant
keep you so high/
its got ya needin’ mo,vibin’ got me peakin’, zoned/
caught up, yet i’m so far behind/
overdraft fees, can’t believe card declined/
borrowed time, borrowed gas had to park in back/
park it since i can hardly drive, find it hard to crash /
and that’s not right, its partial bullsh-t/
carpets so sl1ck, surfin’, turpentine sparkin’, smoke sticky icky, get me lit before the carnival quits/
bartered souls sh-t, bumpin’ dizko and arnold broseph/
im in my car starin’, no place better, airing out the pheromones, very stone faced /
forever waitin’, very stoic with the no braids, never no place like my marsarizonestate/

- arnold broseph

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