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letra de dead pulse - baker ya maker

wake up early in the morning
kinda feelin like im tony montana
i swing em hammers
ain’t sh-t on my mind but money
with the smile on my face
the hoe sitting on my plate
can’t ever seem to catch a break
its just the life that i make

he borrowed money
told me get me back the next day
he didn’t show up so i cracked him
make the busta pay
never give up just [?]
that you break n take n show a b-tch
you gotta get what you can get
then try to make the best of it
the blunder kid im bringing trouble where i live
i was raised to shake the cage
im a product of what you fear
the one whos style might be wierd
but check this lesson in your ear
push the tape into the deck and play this bump until its clear
bl–dy nose with some hoes in my clothes
had another episode and ended up in i dont know
paper chase is the wicked way
but thats the only work that pays
can’t ever keep my nose clean

since a youngin i was brave
never scared never shook
taught the ways by a crook
from the mountains where i look
down the barrel
watch me [?]
on your funky grave
laughin while im getting paid
smoking till my final days
rest in peace is all i say
get buck if you wanna
fueled off hate and marijuana
no trust for a [?]
f-ck with me then yous a goner
so sick from around the way
throwing stones breaking bones
bringing h-ll to pay
its just another day that im slowly wasting away
its just another day that im slowly wasting away
time burning time burning let me burn it away
time burning time burning let me burn it away

its just another day that im slowly wasting away
its just another day that im slowly wasting away
time burning time burning let me burn it away
time burning time burning let me burn it away

slow burning watch the time turning
ticking let it tick
put a blunt to my lips
to my head i take a rip
slow falling now the time crawling
think i need a fix
take a rocket from the pocket as i drop into the mix
with the six double six
got the burning in my chest
sipping souls chalice made of gold
i feel im not the test
see the darks where i reside
i sip by candlelight
necronomicon i define
im just a deadite
no life but i still have a pulse
black velvet on my skin
im the evil holy ghost
with the southern mans boast
hold your glass of blood to toast
only here to get the most
so this sacrifice i [?]
h-rn wicked wanna live my life out on the run
chasing shadows in the alleys of my memories
some decisions murder me
but through my hate ill always see
the message right in front of me
this is just my destiny
for the flames for the pain
im just one step from insane
just a horror hurricane
something tainted in the brain

from the birth ive been clouded by the weather
cold storm through these nights
im surviving for the better
hold your head up young buck
see n0body gives a f-ck
so you gotta try your luck and better pray that its enough
no second chances when there ain’t no choices to make
you either take what you can get or else youre left to wait

its just another day that im slowly wasting away
its just another day that im slowly wasting away
time burning time burning let me burn it away
time burning time burning let me burn it away

- baker ya maker

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