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letra de aau tournaments - blockhead

thank you, thank you
aaahh
alright, you ready?

[verse 1: billy woods]
time’s short, i never took time off
money’s long, it’s a heap of sh-t i never bought
i sleep on the floor
i’m the best, but really no better than y’all
everything you need to know about america is inside any 99 cent store
they was talking something bout god’s law
i was like, which god?
both reached for the machine same time and time crawled
put my faith in the future, like a time bomb
from the start rhymed wrong
she couldn’t put a face to music but something familiar about that stupid song
long rifle keep clapping till cupid’s gone
i wake up yesterday, then the day before
confused and dazed, eighth grade they used to pepper spray the halls, pull the alarms
eleventh grade, pull up in stolen cars
cinnamon run at peppertree farms
i swear i seen chris partlow
pardon, gbenga akinnagbe
for every jack harlow, it’s a white boy who didn’t make it and works in crypto and intellectual property
you can’t copy me
[verse 2: navy blue]
whitey cowered at the sight of me
couldn’t comprehend the plight of me
i say it nicely
the way you people move is h-lla dicey
santa claus a myth, my momma bought them nikes
go on, fried fish, the typa sh-t that i spill soda on
coat of arms, reflect upon the quest, the crest of human scars
the crux of lumen stars
the crescent moon is large
don’t get so upset if you don’t get your blessings as soon as ours
truman stairs make your way to heaven
off of noah’s ark like, who prepared?
i often bare a smile that the buddha wear
add to cart, suicidal watch
no dial, aftermarket, my collection
journey full of rage, no pain that i’m exempt from
destination destined to repeat
my grief a limitation, stretch across the land
meet the nile, peace to preservation
emulate the amulet, my heart a cave-in
a racist got the face of a caveman
take note and gain more
the petrol made the flame roar
claim more growth than i am made for
settled on this island where the pain soars
rain pouring full rivers, forgiven
adobo on the four limbs
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i’m tryna get to florence
bl–dy as the shore when the war hit
denim sl!ck, the double g went through the belt loop
seeking validation, it’s funny how no one felt you

- blockhead

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