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letra de lost boy - broxden knocks

[intro]
uh, yeah

[verse]
it’s tomorrow now we’re talking in the future
a shame for instrumentals, i’m their final executioner
angelic in my ears but too bad for them i’m lucifer
i’m their biggest enemy, i’m going big like jupiter
plan it? nah i wing it peter mitch-ll i’m a maverick
sounds pretty sl!ck, in reality i panic
exhausted like the back of cars and with no mechanic
so i fix myself but crash and burn, call me the titanic
i’m a; lost boy writing lyrics don’t reject them
yeah it’s true it’s common i’ll be talking out my r-ct-m
talking trash, got no cash, somebody protеct him
he’s talking in third person someonе better go and check him
i’m bodying a beat i leave it in a defeat
it’s selling me it’s soul but it can keep the receipt
and i got some cheek, i watch my french when i speak
my bars get grande and the beat petite
i got a low tolerance for the people that’s hypocrites
i make no dollars, cents, pennies, even a little bit
each paths a puzzle but i still go and figure it
out when i’m about like the father of icarus
i always power through any trials and tribulations
come out the other side greetings and salutations
i’m cool, calm, collected, a constant combination
of unbeatable attributes, a cause for celebration
i just want to face em, got no patience for evasions
they getting complacent best be ready for cremation
as i’m melting through the microphone i hear your palpitations
future star like constellations, flying high like aviation
hear me out again as i’m picking up the pen
i take it to 11 i’ve already been on 10
i’ve got spinal raps and your spine’s not in tact
you’ve been bending over backwards to be keeping up with that
i chew up the beat and the beat bites back
that’s retaliation and my feet strike back
cause i’m kicking it but flowing like a football’s in the river
and i’m floating while i rode it and eroding it for dinner
i cut into a track yell out timber when i axe
chopping up some syllables sit back and relax
barking at the mic what would go wrong
branching out with new ideas in a three verse song
i see myself in southern spain sipping on a small champagne
fresh out of a private plane sweeter than a candy cane
find myself in far out france, a summer’s evening for a dance
the streets are lit, it’s full of plants, there’s cobbled streets i take my chance
i’m living in some luxury, it’s lavish and too much for me
nah i’m joking give me more, this is introductory
i’ve only scr-ped the surface when it comes to my discovery
i’m cutting up some flows but not yet shining like i’m cutlery
i’ll take a bigger stab with a little gift of gab
i’ll be pushing forward you go sideways like a crab
as i rained the flows i reigned over foes
now i hail on the beat and you hail at my toes

- broxden knocks

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