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letra de inside my head (i am lost) - brady

[verse 1]
poppin’ out titties yeah she do it for daddy (yeah)
keep on the low hit my line 5 an addy
f-ckin’ up clubs you could call me a caddy
they scatter
don’t matter
we still chase em’ down
put their brains on a platter
we hearing the chatter
and then they go splatter
you liking my music?
oh thank you, i’m flattered
but i didn’t comprehend what you just said because my mind is shattered

[verse 2]
this b-tch is confusing the f-ck outta me
yeah i bought her a necklace wit’ a big letter b
but she cheated on me shе spilled all the tea to hеr friends but they didn’t even tell me till’ 3
3 weeks later when i finally found out
for a second only thought that she liked me for the clout
the inner rage inside me wanted to pout, but that’s not what my self image really about
didn’t talk for a while, only working on my style, but every time i walk past her putting on a fake smile
stopped writing my thoughts down doing freestyles
my dad is seeming hostile when he talks about my lifestyle
the weed’s helping me i know it’s all gon’ be worthwhile
all the thc filling up my lungs
wanna live in the moment, while i’m still young
all these songs i created in my head that i sung
waiting to be throned, waiting for my crown
but i know that from here my life’s going down
smoke another blunt, cause i’m on the comedown of my last high
i-spy the sky in this world all i see are lies
what you know about my life?
what you know about my guys?
you don’t know sh-t, but you still gon’ try to ride wit’ us till’ we die, you ain’t wit’ us lil bro
bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye
[verse 3]
weigh the gas, it’s an eighth, roll it all in a joint
to this life, what’s the point?
i’m starting to pinpoint all the different viewpoints and where they all coming from
and what the f-ck is plankton’s chum?
all these different questions, how long to digest this piece of gum?
so many questions but we don’t got the answers
like what’s the cure to cancer?
the gas is from a necromancer
sh-t is from another planet
met a b-tch, think her name’s janet but i’m not sure
can’t wait till’ the day when i’m going on tour
screaming for 4 years f-ck whitefish bay
i’m realer than nahmir and almighty jay
nah i’m just kidding didn’t mean to say it that way

[verse 4]
i am a citizen
i am not innocent
saunter the city like i am a businessman
call me an optimist
man i’m the opposite
i cannot live in this city or continent
you snorting cinnamon
you are a simpleton
i am legitimate
cut off your ligament
d-ck like a filament
smoking is typical
i’m toking up at the end of lake michigan, yeah

- brady

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