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letra de street cathedral - belly

[intro]
look

[verse 1]
ninety-nine problems with a hundred dreams
caught a million dirty only worth about a hundred clean
night vision, all i’m seeing is the color green
life is just a black and white movie on a colored screen
two verizons, dreamin’ ’bout a new horizon
my wave got ’em scuba divin’, the new poseidon
bury my truth, that’s layers of proof, tiramisu
my only fear is that you’re scared to be you
when your true colors showin’, you show up out of the blue
dressed black as the night, guess you’ll be mournin’ me too
come through i save a morning or two
please pray for me mama, my karma carries a flu
so what’s a snake to a charmer, that spends too much on designer
can you tell me the truth? can you tell me why my foes in cahoots
life sentence, every sentence is life
f-ck love, i can never get the sentiment right
man, f-ck it

[chorus]
primo, it’s the chemo, you know
feel like nino, feel like nicki in casino, you know
feel like paulie, cuttin’ garlic, drinkin’ vino, you know
or maybe remo movin’ millions down in reno, you know
street cathedral

[verse 2]
half the sh-t i’m buyin’ i don’t want for real (i don’t even want it)
i copped a ghost so i can haunt the hills (skrt)
i swear sometimes i feel possessed by it
s-x, drugs, that’s the best diet
a millionaire can still be poor as sh-t
a broke man can still be more than rich
i know that more exist
i took the purple pill from morpheus and lawrence fish
burn, flame r-t-rdant, my brain won’t entertain the f-ckin’ pain department
i remember watchin’ everybody leave
scr-pin’ up some weed just to breathe in that same apartment
trying to k!ll the pain with some percocets
pop two more before they even started workin’ yet
cold, denim jacket was my only cover
same year they got my father and my older brother
women lie and try to say that i’m their only lover, if i could only love them
d-mn, i tell her try it on a different sucker, i get high and start thinkin’ of her

[verse 3]
berlin benz’s custom leather need designo
big green, lou ferrigno you lose the signal
there’s no connection, got your soul collected
but now you rose from the ashes of the smokin’ section
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- belly

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