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letra de fungus - big coach the big homie

[intro: big homie & ahava]
bleed it out, bleed it out, skrrraaaaatttt
uh
d-mn i love this beat
thccccccccccc
vectors! vectors!
big homie wit meeeeeeeeeee
you knew we had to do a posse cut….
one time…..
it’s big coach, the big homie, you n-ggas uh….

[verse 1: big homie]
late nights walkin’ home, must be trippin’
i can hear the feds talkin’ on the phone when i listen
they feed us fiction, yet call it a prescription
they got you fiendin’-itchin’ for they words just like a diction
not to mention, these drones need attention
it feel like student loans throwin’ stones at my lynchin’ (god d-mn)
i need some distance, some yoga for the fitness
split waves and swishers just to help me cope with what i witness
the wind is cool, the sky is blue, the colors drippy;
the bag is full, forgot my shoes, a f-ckin’ hippie
i got the gas, take off the mask, who f-ckin’ wit me?
i found the swag, got off my ass, ain’t no more slippin’
it’s all connected, look how we all affected
how he question all the theories and the fear we all neglectin’
that boy eclectic, got stones in his necklace
takin’ grown off my checklist, yeen known this is vectors! (vectors)
i feel the pressure, to live up to the foolery
and what i do? bought more jewelry
i try to fight it, but drugs tryna lure me
and i can’t help but bury all these verses, dig my eulogies
i’m out my mental, it’s not a rental, i’m doin’ me
don’t lock the door, let’s go explore, it’s you and me
i lined my chips up and watch em fall congruently
it’s sick the way i speak on paper; some might call it flu-ency
it’s big coach, the big homie, you n-ggas know me
stuck in the middle, like big og, and lil brodie
i’m on a high, i’m in the sky, it’s like i’m floatin’
no suit & tie, it’s do or die, ah sh-t i’m glowin’….
fungus got me flowin’….. flowin’, flowin’, flowin’……

[hook: kami ka]
keep my crystals by my side, my pistols in my ride, my best friends gonna slide, when i say so
got the fungus in my mind, the numbness gon’ reside, i got hundreds, fifties, fives, and some pesos
and i’m feelin’ myself, can’t you feel me?
catch me trippin’ with the gang, that’s the real me
you can call me what you want, call me if you want, either way you gon be f-ckin’ wit a real g

[bridge: caveman]
i got the, heat tucked, in my waist band
i want the, change like, a lemonade stand
i’m bouta, turn the states to a waste land
and blow everybody back, into a caveman, oh..
ooh, girl i wouldn’t cross me
i got my, cross hairs, on my enemies, ya
gained the world, but you lost me
i guess my, heart strong, like ahava!

[ahava: verse]
the question is, what’s elegance, and what’s just my intelligence?
i’m tellin you, it’s evident, that fungus, ain’t irrelevant..
if heaven knew, they’re sellin you, a better you, thru devil’s brew
then god would drop a care package, that taste like psyllicybin do!
monkey do what, monkey see
money shoo em, monkey flee
chunky monkey, slangin, free
out the zoo, ape screech, freeze ya t–th, bleeed, n breeed
t h c! lightnin, gleam! d n a’of’a dyin breed! that shake disease!
loyalty, n love, n lifting up, each other, through the siege!
use all three eyes, you could see!
what i see! we could be, family!
could we please! live in peace!
lately i been feastin’ on the fungus..
i don’t think they’re pleased, unless we’re hung up..
frankly y’all diseases spread among us..
sip corona, in the shower, for the quick buzz, ooh!
[hook: kami ka]
keep my crystals by my side, my pistols in my ride, my best friends gonna slide, when i say so
got the fungus in my mind, the numbness gon’ reside, i got hundreds, fifties, fives, and some pesos
and i’m feelin’ myself, can’t you feel me?
catch me trippin’ with the gang, that’s the real me
you can call me what you want, call me if you want, either way you gon be f-ckin’ wit a real g

[bridge: caveman]
i got the, heat tucked, in my waist band
i want the, change like, a lemonade stand
i’m boutta, turn the states to a waste land
and blow everybody back, into a caveman, oh..
ooh, girl i wouldn’t cross me
i got my, cross hairs, on my enemies, ya
gained the world, but you lost me
i guess my, heart broke from the entropy….

[verse 3: kami ka]
when i talk, better listen, this is not a joke
i got the fungus, got the pills, and a lotta smoke
i went to school, got my books, like a lotta folk
now i travel, cross the globe, with a prada tote
i was dealt a bad hand, so i hit the shuffle
found myself in amsterdaaaam, so i took some truffles
laid a blanket in the sun and took off my russells
it’s kämi kä, knock, knock, you can’t knock the hustle
[pre-hook: kami ka]
got the fungus in my mind, the numbness gon’ reside, i got hundreds, fifties, fives, and some pesos

- big coach the big homie

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