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letra de music is my drug - big lou

[intro]
check it, big lou, on the track!
before we get started, here’s a disclaimer:
everything i say in this song is a metaphor
so think about that if you try to send me to court

[verse 1]
let me tell you all the story man (tell ’em)
i’m just a mexican living in america (‘merica)
the united states, where i was placed in and raised in
i see the hate, ’cause they thinking we different races
they think we coming outside with aks in directions they facing
my case is, the ak’s a weapon used against oppression
so what does that say about all your racists?
i’m fighting violence with a piece, that i carry on my side (on my side)
it’s dependent on my mind, when i see what’s going on
i just write it in my rhymes (in my rhymes…. f-ck)
what can you do to me?
you’re already letting me and my people f-cking die! (die)
this is a story from start to finish it is inspiring
aspire to be the greatest and don’t give up on your dreams (on yo dreams)
and your dreams, don’t have to be grounded in reality
you can reach way past the sky, with no gravity (facts)
and you can see it in my art, when i put it on display (tell ’em)
you can look into my heart, just by looking at my face (tell ’em)
i know that it’s getting hard, for all ya’ll to keep the pace (tell em)
when we go from bar to bar, and we on the paper chase
what i find the most bizarre is capability to hate
’cause i’m working on my car to go out and celebrate
and if my people make it far go and congratulate
shout out to all the ones who never lost their faith! (tell ’em)
(woo!)

[pre-hook]
yeah, selling weed just to get by (selling)
boy i don’t see nothing i can’t even get high (naw)
what the f-ck am i supposed to do? just write rhymes? (yeah)
put it on a pen and really talk about my life? (woo!)
yeah, i’m selling weed just to get by (get by)
i don’t even see these peeps (naw) telling me to get job (woo!)
nine to fives just don’t pay enough for me anymore (naw)
but i gotta make sure that i’m getting paid for metaphors!
(bro)

[hook]
yeah, i’m selling weed just to get by
whoah, i’m selling weed just to get by
yo, i’m selling weed just to get by (selling)
whoah, i’m selling (selling) i’m selling (selling)
yo, i’m selling, selling weed just to get by
i’m selling (i’m selling) i’m selling, i’m selling
yo, i’m selling weed just to get by
f-cker, (yeah) tell ’em, tell ’em

[break]
woo!
i’m selling weed just to get by
yo, (tell ’em) tell ’em
uh, i’m selling weed just to get by
uh, tell ’em, tell ’em (tell ’em)
i’m selling weed just to get by
i’m selling weed just to get by
yo…
i’m selling weed just to get by
i’m selling weed just to get by
yeah, tell ’em
uh, i’m selling weed just to get by
yeah, i’m selling weed just to get by
yo, tell ’em (tell ’em)

[verse 2]
tell ’em, how you came up from the ground
and tell ’em about those times you put it down when no one came around
and no one made a sound to make sure you were sound (no)
go tell ’em how i came about, in a whole new town (tell ’em)
now they think they have some money and they coming out (wow)
when they looked at you struggling all they did was f-cking clown
you better cut them off ’cause for sure, they’ll drag you down
i’m keeping it one hundred with my head up in the clouds
woo!

[verse 3]
now a lot of people are going to take it out of context
how the f-ck you think we got here, with no contest (how the f-ck!?)
i’m just presenting you the image of myself
michelangelo did it in images of h-ll
so i’m looking for a heaven, even if i’m in a h-ll (cell)
leaving nothing behind, there’s no paper trail
i’m spending it on living, trying to make myself some wealth
investing on product i can go out and then sell
i’m doubling the money if i put it on the shelf
so much that it ain’t funny, this sh-t is serious as h-ll
of course you wanna sell when there’s no food on the table
and i might as well enjoy the ride, while i’m able
later, isn’t promised nor an afterlife
that’s why you always see me on the f-cking grind
on a stride, this my life, and i’m looking past the light
past your mind, p-ss the lime
’cause i’m going sipping tonight
(woo!)

- big lou

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