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letra de "strictly business" - calebjustcaleb

as i smoke a blunt, drift away, reminisce
on them hot summer days at the river
we was kids. we would see all of our friends
we’d drink about a fifth. we’d talk about the sh-t
that we barley knew existed. living in the moment
adrenaline was a quick fix. mix the lean into the cup
and stir it like its nisquick. they thought we’d never
care bout nothin so we are misfits likwe steady
k!llin n-ggas talkin cicero, lipschitz. today i had a
vision, it was about my utopia: better job, bunch
of fans, weed in cornicopia…. this fantasy is candidly
the reason im ignoring you, envision perfection
in my life i’m talking euphoria. expansion of my
knowledge like my mind is a centerfold. do
you believe in spirits yo? do you believe in miracles?
do you believe that i can see all the places
im fixin to go? i would take you with me but i can’t
its strictly business though

strictly business though
yeah its strictly business though
its strictly business though, live amongst
the sinning folk. try and do good the
best i can, its strictly business though
its strictly business though
yeah its strictly business though
its strictly business though, live amongst
the sinning folk. try and do good the
best i can, its strictly business though

my -ssh0l- hurts from being f-cked by
the cops in columbia. this date they didn’t pay
i cried about it on my tumblr. sometimes
i’m a mumbler, psychedelic stumbler
you had your girl but now she’s in
my bed i guess you fumbled her
stir it up, a rumbler
eating all the fungulars
put em in your mouth, 30 minutes
now your stomach hurt
if you ain’t in my jeans or in my shoes
i am no son of you
what you gonna do, when the spirits
come for you?
maybe its an omen like a stale fortune
cookie. female with a tail, thats all i’m really
lookin for, this metaphor is “tooken for,”
“look here boy,” walk up to a cop
and ask the n-gga what he’s crooked for
really though. my house smokey like i cook indoors
please don’t take his life untill he realize what
he lookin for. i hit my zob, i hit my roor, i hit
the scene, they hit the floor
i hit the lean, you moving slow
i really hate to do it, strictly business though

- calebjustcaleb

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