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letra de two days - calez

[hook]
and i ask for nothing but some love
when u play me
looking to the lord above will you save me
i think i need to know enough do you hate me

[verse]
chi state of mind when i writing and sh-t
demons in my head got me fighting this sh-t
this is life in regards to battle with my shadow
life in the yard its hard to not tattle
that’s why i made this
i hope the world understand why named this too broke
the tape is too dope
for patients who smoke
i lace and drop in ya face like kukoc
in the 7 like toni
my leverage is evidence i’m the best and u only
come second to president ceito set it in homie
i levitate reference me to ghandi you spit a bunch of bologna
honestly i am a homi
honey rocking some tommy beside me a hottie remind of a playboy bunny it’s funny
yesterday was a mad show
i drop kid with raps
and a n-gga got mad dough
actually i didn’t but a n-gga got mad growth from lessons
and now i’m on top of the green just like the dressing
i tell ya f-ck ya i ain’t stressing
i tell ya like usher these my confessions
of a broke kid with hope n-gga
i soak in these dirty lessons of life and come out smelling like soap n-gga
i shine listen they should make me the pope n-gga
this ain’t fiction but u drinking the pulp n-gga of raw juice
i fall through in my stu
thinking about what’s next
thinking about them checks
thinking about that show i just did and how was my set
cause i’m tryna k!ll chicago rap with all do respect
notice that i said all do respect
if a n-gga try me i’ll have him hanging from his neck
get ya iv severed
this remind me of snoop dogg in deep cover 187

[hook]

[bridge]
i know you’ve been searching for someone who
a make you happy and get the job done

[verse 2]
you said you needed me
so here i am in my rarest form of poem
all the fake sh-t i used to spit is gone
all my new sh-t differs from norm
you torn apart and born and scarred
they done withdrawn your heart and worn it out
god still want you here u wanted out
earths just one big f-cking haunted house
word of mouth my mouth my verbs is all i’m bout
and you count amounts i serve when verse come out
when u found ya life is dirt your church come out
and march 7th when ya motherf-ckin’ hurst come out
i’m done

- calez

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