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letra de siriusshit - brown sam

(doc brown)
if my calculations are correct… when this baby hits 88 miles per hour… we’re gonna see some serious sh-t

(brown sam)
yeah! woo! yeah! woo! yeah yeah yeah yeah
whoaaaaaaa yeah!
yup, well, checkin’ checks at the coat check, bowflex
rolex, shiny suited dopeheads
go ahead, go ahead and open
the box and cut off the locks and break up the rocks
and scrub out the spots
you feelin’ what i’m sayin’?
still you feelin’ rhythm cause you never see me fakin’
over oldies tapin’, figure we escapin’
from broads gone in the song we creatin’…
meaning for the cretin, could you tell who is speakin’?
question isn’t answered, baby, we just keep repeatin’
dab of money, sh-t depletin’
do not tell me that i’m peakin’
see a guy high, what a sky that i’m reachin’… (oh yeah!)

won’t ya hear me out? girl i’m sayin’
talkin’ to me ain’t just f-ckin’ playin’
yeah
you talk some serious sh-t!
you talk some serious sh-t!
let’s just try and work this out
what this all about? we ain’t really gotta shout
yeah
you should try and hear me out
what you twistin’ all about?
we ain’t really gotta shout!

bein’ me, bein’ free isn’t what i thought it’d be
every day fightin’ hard, tryna dodge a tragedy
holy sh-t boy! holy sh-t boy
could i sleep today and send a decoy out?
oh no!
now i’m feelin’ fomo
even miss the sound of po po
go slow, hold rope, cuttin’ -ss off mr. como
como te pasa? scarred too deep cuz they k!lled off mufasa
salt on the earth, but she still grow patata
heat on her feet so she taught me bachata (ohhh!)
i’m feelin’ groovy, i’m feelin’ wavey
sad young lad, what a drag is the navy?
i’m lazy, save me, that (that) trouble!
spare me the scr-ps, i don’t want no kerfuffle!
you played me, pay me for the rubble
lamp on the campus, you live in a bubble
(it’s burst!)

why you screech while i preach?
or is it me, talkin’ off ya ears with the slither of a leech?
imma a snake, no debate
this is fate
pullin’ up to shorty crib
she tell me andale (oh no…)
i reflect, i reflect
maybe what i said wasn’t even close to the f-ckin’ best
take a rest! homie just think!
all those d-mn times you was makin’ a stink!
now i’m seein’ her drink
sh-t i’m lightin’ that blunt
doin’ it with shame bruh, not really tryna stunt
you say w-ssup… w-ssup?
now ya clappin’ in my face, yeah we in the cut
gotta stay up in the place, keep my mouth shut
gotta be here to be heared
best thing i learned all year
now we both talkin’ with cheer
speakin’ our peace ’til the words disappear…

won’t ya hear me out? girl i’m sayin’, (sayin’)
talkin’ to me ain’t just f-ckin’ playin’
yeah
you talk some serious sh-t! (f-ckin’ playin’ yeah!)
you talk some serious sh-t! (jus f-ckin’ playin’ yeah!)
let’s just try and work this out
what this all about? we ain’t really gotta shout
yeah
you should try and hear me out
what you twistin’ all about?
we ain’t really gotta shout!

(marty mcfly)
hey doc, this is it

(doc brown)
nevermind that, nevermind that now. nevermind that, nevermind
why that’s me!!!

(noel malpica)
hey o shut the f-ck up!

- brown sam

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