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letra de it's all in my head - bugatti beez

[verse one]
i know i’m not tripping
i’m hearing footsteps in the distance
maybe it’s santa
but it’s not even christmas
my vision blurried f-cking up my pigment
i’m going ham like pumba on lion king when the hyenas ask who that pig is
don’t test my gangsta you might flunk that sh-t
bleach in my laundry room i almost drunk that sh-t
but f-ck that sh-t
i beat suicide like “you punk -ss b-tch”
i roll a joint
my weed stink like somebody skunk that sh-t
i run rings around rappers
my pullout game strong so everytime i’m in walmart, i get mean mugged by the pampers
girls waiting for the big ring like the one that’s around saturn
but all i got is hard d-ck and bubblegum
b-tch ain’t that all that matters?
no, the f-ck you not my b-tch
so stop that sh-t
go ahead and tell your brother
i’mma drop that kick
sticks and stones may, break my bones
but boy i’mma take a stone and rock that b-tch
don’t play with me
over on the west end my n-gga sam got that smith
oh won’t you “stay with me”
i wanted to see my girl so i texted “bae wya”
but the only response i got back was “bae sick ly” (basically)

-beat cuts out-

[spoken]
no real sh-t look
bae, sick, l.y
and l.y means love you
but why the f-ck would she talk to herself, or why would she talk to me in third person?
bae sick, ly?
(sigh)

-thud-

it’s funny how i’m cheating like it’s the cool, thing to do
but now i’m looking like boo, beautiful
how am i s’posed to handle both they sh-t like two, p–p-a-scoops
so i just reply back
“ay n-gga, do, what you do”
and don’t call my phone or text no more, ho
and then i hit send

my bad, hi
i’m beez and, welcome to, to my head
this the sh-t that be going on
don’t judge me
i’m a pretty f-cked up person, don’t judge me
but i’m always real with mine so i just want y’all to understand why i am, whatever you say i am
and if i wasn’t…
y’all f-ck with eminem?
me too
but yeah, um, enjoy this ep
i enjoyed making it
uhh, i made it in my bedroom actually
hey if y’all know a studio i could go to, tweet me so i-

-thud-

i’m sorry, that was myself
sometimes we can’t control ourselves
ay n-gga no more shoutouts, always tryna do godd-mn shoutouts
get yo big head out

- bugatti beez

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