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letra de dark mofo - butter d

posers, feelin low i’m pickin an opponent
flippin at a biddie cos she didn’t gimme ciggies
gettin dizzy on the bickies and the potions
knows it, didn’t wanna give em my emotions
cos everytime i’d try to get a better life it’s like i’m gettin penalised
and i don’t need coachin, boastin
yo, no sh-t i’m a don
cruise in with the new kids on the block
every mission i tick off a box, makin it kick off at kickons i’m rocked
not with a squad. sloshed when i’m makin an entrance
brain never in the same place that i kept it
i’m faded and everyone i’m mates with has left
but i better stay in this same place cos i’m legless
word, guaranteed. faces get slit call em j-panese
my ep’s gonna make you wanna have a relapse but they feel it when i drop like gravity
that’s for me, they tryna cash in on my salary
but i’m not haggared for a maggot to be taxin cheese
if you think i’m talented then you can manage these

in the game i ain’t readin the rules first
see me back on my sh-t did a full turn
whacked off a stick like a pool serve
stackin up sh-t like i’m workin at woolworths
in a league with the vets i should flex less
wanna keep their respect but i get tense
heavy breathin and beats in my chest
because even the best get stressed when their set’s next
know i’m above all the games
at a point where i don’t give a f-ck what they say
love to my bros and my cousins in vic
up the coast and then over to wa, course adelaide
visions of hittin the stages are vivid
they think that i’ll make it been in it for ages
spillin this ink on the page with a mission
i’m in it for change not the b-tches and payments

sh-t’s messed up
live on the edge of it with the best luck
some ain’t given a bed and better be pitchin a tent
and dreadin the weather conditions because the rents up
submit to the system in a defence tuck
a bitta divinity they’re a step up
the minutes are tickin we’re gonna end up dead c-nts
so finish the mission we’re gonna get rushed, send love
no sleep for the demons i keep out
in the depths of my den all i see’s clouds
cos my head’s just a mess never cleaned
once they get what i mean don’t expect em to be proud
all my friends wanna mess with me deep down
i was tempted to end it and leave now
but i guess i was destined to speak
with the rep that proceeds me cemented in these towns
couldn’t eat got a half charged phone
look at these in the last car home
fulla speed so i can’t go slow
i’ll just beam in the streets i’m a dark m-f-
wanna leave but my charge mode won’t
all the peeps in my past don’t know
fulla speed so i can’t go slow
i’ll just beam in the streets like a dark m-f-
cos i’m over the ruse from the clothes to the news
to the blokes that are sposed to be crew but don’t know what to do
smoke in a room with no hope of improvement
alone cos i’ve chosen a road to persue
back in mode with a tune, had a moment and grew
have a load of the quotes that are spoken to you
lads should know it’s the truth that i’m roastin the booth
pack’n’smoke comin soon, pack’n’smoke comin soon…

- butter d

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