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letra de hypnotized - brycen chaisson

[verse 1: brycen chaisson]
i’m gon’ withhold you like evidence
matchin’ this money, i’m counting my dividends
catchin’ this karma, now you in a prison
i stomp on his body, now he’s really feelin’ it
i don’t feel nothin’, you never important
don’t know what i’m doin’, my vision distorted
you say that you sharp but i’ll fill you with more lead
you care ’bout opinions, like how aren’t you bored yet?
i’m drippin’ know i got the sauce like it’s sorbet
one-two in your system, ain’t talking bout cordae
these cases are falling like you missed the court date
put holes in you, now you a donut, no gourmet
you stay in a box but you never informed
and you say you don’t talk just to hear your own voice
but who’s stayin’ to watch, we don’t see your invoice
so maywеather i rock, no, you cannot rejoice
no, for lеss i ain’t settlin’
get to lockin’ your metal in
on the gas i be pedallin’
better watch what you steppin’ in
cannot pass me like chemistry
ain’t no tellin’ whats next to me
that’s so funny, be better than how you are, ’cause you’re dead to me
like the beatles, i’ll let it be
watch your head like a canopy
start a riot like anarchy
told a secret you better keep
at the door, i won’t let ’em in
i’m not part of your regiment
couldn’t hear what you said again
you still wonder who’s bed i’m in
you gotta be kidding me never walk
vasectomy
cannot be snitching, or you an opp
you a enemy
carbon no copy, or you a fraud
identity
give but i take away all the pain
like ketamine
know i live for the fear
better watch your mouth
you the clown of the year
i can’t get out
should have stayed with your peers
you can not tell
what is fake, what is real
you get kicked out
like a party (uh)
your girl is fake, like a barbie (uh)
but she real bad, give you that g (uh)
know who hits that are you mad b? (oh that’s me!)
get a callback
too hard for you, but you’re all that?
come on, now it can’t be all bad
you a clown, you a snake, you gon’ fall back (yuh)
[verse 2: guavaiced]
one-two combo (mung! mung!)
i keep the tec on me, i keep the gun close
you be in class with no paper, need onenote
ain’t tryna flex but i’ll show you a gun show
okay, ya dun know
i know, y’all goofies’ll trip
i make a hit then i do me a hit
you tryna play with me? you need to quit
i got the macs like i’m ruby wit’ it
i love the action like movies
i’m clappin’ the toolie, the gat is gone shoot me a fl!ck
they finna act like they knew me
you pass like a doobie
or pass out like roofie you slip
(aye, huh)
pass out like flyers, huh
i leave ’em flat like a tire, huh
c.k. the louis drip, bk, the ruler clip
pk the strap when it fire, huh
i got the strap like it’s nylon, boy
i’m in the street like a pylon, boy
defending the smack you said behind my back
that’s a hill that you don’t wanna die on, boy
i ain’t the one you should lie on, boy
bygones will never be bygones, boy
you made me an enemy, keep that same energy
might catch a charge like an ion, boy
boy, you better fall back
you better watch us, never talk back
you sendin’ shots, duck, send ’em all back
like a mole when he pop up, get ’em all wacked
put bro in a box, get low, finna die
cl!ck bro when he pop up, closing off ads
custodian i’ma roll with the glock tucked
pole get him mopped up, wet ’em all fast
[chorus: brycen chaisson]
can’t feel my face, i’m insane
i’m so tired, oh my god
i’m hypnotized, boy, you lyin’
i can see it in your eyes
can’t feel my face, i’m insane
i’m so tired oh my god
i’m hypnotized, boy, you lyin’
i can see it in your eyes
can’t feel my face, i’m insane
i’m so tired, oh my god
i’m hypnotized, boy, you lyin’
i can see it in your eyes
can’t feel my face, i’m insane
i’m so tired oh my god
i’m hypnotized, boy, you lyin’
i can see it in your eyes (uh)

[verse 3: brycen chaisson]
now i got you red in the face (uh)
i knew you was snitchin’ now all of your homies gon’ dress up and lie to your grave (uh)
yeah, you was too stupid to notice that half of the city ain’t ‘member your name (uh)
i feel like a toddler tryna p-ss, got a glock, i forgot how to aim (yeah)

[chorus: brycen chaisson & guavaiced]
can’t feel my face, i’m insane
i’m so tired, oh my god
i’m hypnotized
boy, you lyin’ i can see it in your eyes, uh (aye, aye, uh)
can’t feel my face, i’m insane
i’m so tired oh my god
i’m hypnotized, boy, you lyin’
i can see it in your eyes

- brycen chaisson

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