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letra de synthetic - *bore, jeylado, & park

[verse: -bore]
i’ve be drivin’ in a clean 4 wheeler
all my homies, yeah, they dogs, cruella
off the pill, i be spinnin’ propellers
get your head up, get your bread up
we eatin’ good yeah, but we still fed up
we raise the grave, yeah, yeah, we raise h-ll up
you k!lled my heart then you tore it up out
call you a grave digger
i’m drownin’ out, up and on this pain
give me a paink!ller
leave you out, i don’t wanna see your name
i let your body shivеr
midknight scene, now i look so mean
gеt your f-ckin’ ass out
you can’t kick it with the team
[pre: jeylado]
shawty had a 5 star p-ssy
why’d i put in on a pedestal?
i don’t do romance
but, you were my chemical
baby, don’t you front on me
like i was the worst
don’t ever forget
who the f-ck hit it first
your snake friends are hittin’ my line
but, i don’t pay it no mind (f-ck)

[hook: jeylado]
uh, everything you say synthetic
made me lose mind
baby, you don’t get it
mixin’ vodka with the henny
pray’ that i don’t wake up with another biddy
there’s a few mistakes i’ve made
but, there’s no point in making you stay
b-tch, you’re so synthetic
you’re synthetic

[verse: park]
baby, why you acting stone cold?
mind runnin laps, ring, ring
pick up the phone
spendin’ my paycheck
paying debts that i owe
this is something you and i know
speedin’ past the white lines
strip me from the white lies
i just need a green light
lie to me with green eyes
runnin’ like forest
but, i caught you in his foreign
[pre: jeylado]
shawty had a 5 star p-ssy
why’d i put in on a pedestal?
i don’t do romance
but, you were my chemical
baby, don’t you front on me
like i was the worst
don’t ever forget
who the f-ck hit it first
your snake friends are hittin’ my line
but, i don’t pay it no mind (f-ck)

[outro: graveheart]
you see me come through
i put cadavers in that
i’m a magician with it
i abrakadabra that hat
i’m real proficient with it
she leavin’ enamoured with that
come through swingin’
i done brought me a hammer with that
black concrete, white lines on road
white lines on a screen of a black iphone
back then, it’d get bumpy, like the f-ckin’ ride home
lights on red and blue, like a f-ckin’ cyclone
move pragmatic, blowin’ up, i baghdad it
couve’ back at it, tear the roof off attics
i prayed for an m on me, that’s why i got it tatted
money come with problems
why i’m probably problematic
in the coupe with agility, you feelin’ me?
top missin’ like, i don’t know where the ceilin’ be
that’s mud in my cup, tranquility
if i said it, then i meant it
bro you gettin’ me? bro you gettin’ me?

- bore jeylado park

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