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letra de space - brandon j

[verse 1: sense]
’19 gimme ’20
’18 i was ready making dreams so steady
aw man i got plenty off top, poppin’ henny
copper colored, droppin’ pennies for your thoughts
its too many in the spot, red dot
k!llin’ kenny, go to beni for hibachi, yo just watch me
you can’t stop me, green light
lorde of teenage dreams
might just tempt me, i dont envy
i just get it, feeding frenzy
hammerheaded, my aesthetic
way too real, no prosthetic, y’all pathetic
fall in debt and i’m just paying off my credit
where im headed is the top spot, do it non stop
tick tock, on the clock
but not ke$ha, playing catch up
keep yo head up, get your bread up
gas me up and that’s unleaded, just forget it…
and just forget it okay…

[verse 2: sense]
time is tickin’ i’m just livin’
i’m so happy, you so livid
when she l!ck it, i be geekin’
on a mission getting freaky like its friday
did it my way pushing ninety on the high
i-95 way back in my day talking 1995 way
what can i say, i been growin’ i’ve been learnin’
now i know its that its a burden
but im hoping that this bird’ll help me show it
talkin’ strength and perseverance
go to lenths
further nearer to my goals in the mirror feeling swole
so debonair-in’
i’m buying earrings for my lady
that’s my baby, we in love
sh-t is crazy, on the daily waking up with a smile
ear to ear and i be hoping this sh-t never disappearin’
let’s be clear about it
you gone hear us shouting’ every year about it!

[verse 3: brandon j.]
in outer sp-ce i’m on mars
foreign cars and i am gifted
flipped the switch on all you b-tches
crashed the whip & got the riches
bussin out in a camry i don’t need a f-ckin tesla
twitter clout like i’m vanessa
jimmy kran i got the pressure
people like to spit they lie, i got sense we smoking joints
college boys we getting high, yeah we get straight to the point
pass the ball boy you can’t shoot, tell that n-gga he can’t hoop
and shout out sevnth in that coup, i hit a licc and bust a move
get that loot and keep it cool, pacc a bowl right after school
back flippi’n then we pull up, we relaxin we just roll up
28 in a jar yeah i’m floating to the stars, 2050 floating cars
yeah that’s really how i’m feeling, smoking joints i’m third wheelin’
simba cat up in the ceiling (bih)

- brandon j

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