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letra de open hands - camu tao

[verse 1]
yo
stand still, malaki droppin on my heart, just like an anvil
the chicken that i met, she didn’t can feel
monotony plots, it’s gotta be stopped
to oughta be rawnchy with it, tautonym tw-t
equally, the sequel seems to be systematically
sythentically jolted with watts
allergic to the sh-t, p-wnin with spots
(ay, ayo) enter this
crush your shoulderblade zone, one state was hazardous
extracurricular texture, meticulous s-x
your neck’s a collection of extradose off
venomous nectar
this she-heckler contaminated my animation
sharper than sheet metal
in the heart of thе ghetto, kids, i’m restin with the shе-devils
receivin the clutch, in 2 hoods for [?]
receivin the goods from these stunts, the sh-t settles
so i ask you, either in corinthian, thebes, matthew
do i gotta get up baby, and cold bash you?
because the love, for me, is so bazoo

[chorus]
through all the intricate sh-t that we been through
blood types fit tight, we were so cool
and far from one another, baby, we roll like crew
here i am
[x2]
[verse 2]
i raise my hand for major wackness
something to acknowledge, my ex-girl cut me up like a cactus
i use the ex, because she was a factor
splattering my heart across the dialtone, now i’m all alone
(girls used to do horrible sh-t to a n-gga…)
the series of moans came straight from the diaphragm
man, my feelins got sliced like it was a can of spam
the word i used was “d-mn”, she said she didn’t know me anymore
she said, “strangers linger in dark alleys”
she had a problem with me rallying with my cats
what’s up with that? you give negative cr-p constantly
baby, giving me my licorice
running me through the dirt, i’m sick of collecting herb samples
for example, threatening with these ex-boyfriends
this relationship a hassle, but my heart says “sike”
because i want this cheese in my life
hypeness, arguments, lead to nothingness
mental breakdowns, yo, the sh-t is gettin thins
caressin my jibs with her lips
ooh ooh baby, i miss the s-xual trips
the object the opposite s-x, shooting doodoo
taking effect like voodoo on the mass
if she was a male, i think that (hold up), i’ll pass
is it a lot to ask, for something nice to last?
the broads, i prefer with no clothes
mr. aura mingles with more singles that pete rose
i gas chicks up, wanna drop fat loads on a n-gga
bing, exposed to mildews and molds
that sh-t is getting old
word up
[chorus]
through all the intricate sh-t that we’ve been through
blood types fit tight, we were so cool
and far from one another, baby, we roll like crew
here i am
[x4]

stay focused

- camu tao

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