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letra de switchblade - blckbrd.

they say men are from mars
i think women are from jupiter
xanax floating through my city
making children stupider
the culture is f-cked
i let my ego go nuts
my sh-t reverse a fire drill
i hit the roll then you duck
gotta drive to my 9 to 5
conscience gettin cloudy
brought a 9 to the starting line
cuffed and hit the county
outta time, i’m a shady guy
bands up on my bounty
i see anger in your eyes
cus you think you know sh-t about me
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backwood back it up
i ain’t never gave a f-ck
keep a switchblade in my nmds
a ceiling you can’t touch
wallet flush
bank account be bussin
i just want the bucks
talk however much you want
i tune it out i heard enough

backwood back it up
i ain’t never gave a f-ck
keep a switchblade in my nmds
a ceiling you can’t touch
wallet flush
bank account be bussin
i just want the bucks
but if you don’t shut your f-ckin mouth
i’m cuttin out your tongue, yah—

dodging he-rs-s, but death is flirting
i love her certain, i’mma
pull a jesus, the tabernacle, i rip the curtain, i be
doin 80 in a 20 and i’m drunk and swervin
now i murder verses, i light the town and my bridges burnin
every creative thing i do i just disappoint my mama
imma come up independent, f-ck that record label drama
imma pop up on your block and chop that sh-t like benihana
dramamine in a stomach, og i spit it like a llama
bring the bag to the bando in a lambo next
i’m on acid, cloud city, got the lando flex
inhalation of the nitrous now the cans are dead
hallucinate and talk to planks like eddy, ed and ed
pay in or stay out
imma lay low run this sh-t from my safehouse
got beef like a steakhouse
it’s there if you want it but i’m gettin paid now
you wearing a fake crown
you ain’t got no power you just an estate cow
you argue i rain down
i roast you for dinner and don’t put the flames out

catch me drinkin kombucha inside the kama sutra
running over pedestrians in a f-ckin supra
i never miss and for luck i carry a bronze buddha
i ship myself to your house, and jump out the box and shoot ya
i hear your sh-t, and i hate it, like who the f-ck produced you
i ain’t talkin to talk, but that’s what this sh-ts reduced to
y’all can’t even record unless you be sippin juice too
i light backwoods with my breath, a dragon, call me mushu
whip is rippin, my wrists are slit and there’s low gas
contemplatin my life and where it went so bad
remember solvin my problems by dropping acid tabs
but my brains too close to fried i can’t go back to that
i just been livin it up
psychedelics in my brain i see visions above
i pulled myself out the mud
i was poppin pills and crippled myself for the drugs
numb with no love
headache be splitting i hit off the spliff, shoot my brain to the sun
befriended all of my demons they leavin a demon jus gave me a gun
run—-

- blckbrd

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