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letra de wimhof - blvck svm

[chorus: blvck svm]
motor runnin’ like adrenaline junkies in pamplona
engine full of bulls reactin’ to cape movement
one-of-one pirellis, ain’t doin’ no d-mn donuts
f1 jacket, atop it i drape cuban
wim hof method before it touch epidermis
i don’t do no hickeys, that’s not why my neck bruisin’
chamomile, ginger, and lemon inside thermos
hit the booth, slide in my lane, and start cruisin’, yeah

[verse: blvck svm]
the flight attendants eyein’ my ysl carry-on like some vultures
mouthpiece 24 karats, i put that sh-t on a coaster
add a second to bolster likе underconfident grocer
extеndo clip my composure, now it’s too big for my holster
it start to poke out a little
gucci socks with the tiger at different lengths, i rock ’em like kerry kittles
maraca up on my wrist full of tropical berry skittles
every verse i write is loaded with riddles, annotations a labyrinth
you should take that new decoder ring up out of the packaging
bank averaging luka numbers from my rhyme traffickin’
word of mouth got my name spreadin’ like pathogen
flow flu-like, check it just to make sure every screw tight
feverish pace awaken the sleepers
in this austen ag deadstock hoodie, dressed like the reaper
i scribble my 16s with a scythe just to cut deeper
the handle designer, so is the blade
put an axe to my fade, i keep my cranium shaved, i like my grass low
the crip inverted with marble ceilings and glass floors
the walls covered with insulation and cash flow
the booth packed out, threw on some shades, my vision clouded
tinted green, they thought i was power scoutin’
the dope screamin’ and shoutin’, the engineer hit it with a compressor
he so faded he talkin’ to predecessors
[chorus: blvck svm]
motor runnin’ like adrenaline junkies in pamplona
engine full of bulls reactin’ to cape movement
one-of-one pirellis, ain’t doin’ no d-mn donuts
f1 jacket, atop it i drape cuban
wim hof method before it touch epidermis
i don’t do no hickeys, that’s not why my neck bruisin’
chamomile, ginger, and lemon inside thermos
hit the booth, slide in my lane, and start cruisin’

- blvck svm

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