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letra de carbon dioxide - biv

[verse 1: brevin kim]
had to switch my style up
carbon copy bodies start to pile up
sell they soul like that f-cker dialed up
sell my soul prolly too, be honest
pivot foot still a perfect spiral
walk a tight rope just to go viral
i’m the pilot
can’t deny sh-t
no matter the ink, no matter how you file it
10+ in
came thru, re-styled sh-t
lotta drivin but i don’t boast my mileage
spread a b-tch like a windows virus
cut a wrist but i’m talkin myself
big -ss talk a lot of p-ssies wilin
dye that wig, that sh-t ain’t make you violent
what you tote up under under garments?
cell phone clip i f-ckin promise!
pistol sit up under on your eyelash
bellyaching like you billie eilish
poppin pills when you feelin like it
fill a cup when you feelin like it
poppin sh-t cause i f-ckin need it
everybody got fake demons
now everybody got fake demons
i’m barely breathin just tryna survive sh-t

oh i sing so i can’t do rap now?
pluck the strings so i can’t do trap now?
been a rapper 15 years back now
p-ssies talkin you ain’t know my background
think i’m happy cause of the beach in the back now?
think them colors a gon’ erase my blackout?
i blow my brains before i blow my back out

whole lotta pain like a double up
ain’t too concerned bout a double cup
talk to myself then i f-ck it up
heavy chest but got a lotta love

a lottta love
a lotta love
but its not enough
it’s not enough
gotta run

head been heavy as of lately
a couple dribbles and a lotta changes
voices tellin me to rearrange sh-t
wallpaper tell me re paint it
all paper got my head tainted
i hope that money don’t change me

[verse 2: biv]
they look simple with they cash dog
i don’t need ya, when my bones start to cast off
i don’t need ya

put that where it all began
i miss everything, i won’t ever speak again
come pretend, f-ck boy never come correct
burning in my head
burning to the sound of it

why you f-ck my set?
keepin it all in my chest
i don’t give none of my bag
still ain’t got over my past
still ain’t got over my past

i been attacked
all in his head
you never there
poppin em back
k!llin them dead
hope for the best
hiding them checks
don’t give a chance

i ain’t giving them a chance

i got more problems, than i wanted
i been got it, never shot it
might get bothered, might just cop it
maybe pop it, cut your profit
microscopic, heavy pockets
barely process, love been honest
i’m the villain, victim, system fix em
got em in they pocket
got em in they pocket (yuh, yuh, yuh.)

they look simple with they cash dog
i don’t need ya, when my bones start to cast off
i don’t need ya

- biv

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