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letra de blackout - carter wilson

[intro]
free fall
tryna stay up on the way down
enjoying my struggles
chiefing in the rain
that’s life
for now

you can probably hear the rain behind me
f-ck with me

[verse]
look
i been trading money for drugs ‘cause sh-t been getting rough
it’s tough flushing bucks
f-ck the fuzz
my budget busted
f-ck the clubs
n-ggas pop, gushing p-ss
i’m bumpin’ pac at the bus stop – i just missed it
f-ck
i think i’ma be late for lunch but
i ain’t really got an appet-te
i’m only hungry when i grab the mic
i anti-gravitate towards bad advice but you got a hunch i like to fight the light
tryna ring a bell, well i got the b-lls and i got the gall to fall back
you got the wrong idea
you got my number but never call
what you call that?
f-ck you too b-tch i’m raw
flossing flaws
hot coffee and purp to curve the withdrawals with the obvious urge to murder you all
sh-t
n-ggas snicker
i’m still a beast my barcode like the chopped ones in my blizzard are
on my king sh-t – dairy queen was delicious
my depiction of the picture was different i didn’t deliver in time
my temperature climb, i’m sick of sitting still
tryna chill and feel something for once
blunted by myself b-tch
i’m selfish, i can’t help it, i’m too nice
wasn’t wrapped too tight
eyes closed wishing i could see a one-sided food fight
put the rich vs the poor at least sh-t wouldn’t be wasted
the human race is war but n0body wins so what do we wage it for
i’ma just stay ignored
hope i die laughing
i’m that young n-gga flexing with three blue eyes white dragons
i’m a master and a legend fresh up out the shadow realm
now i’m tryna spark a rebellion like devil’s lettuce
all day like lil debbie or lil chevy hooping
keep ya head up when it’s heavy
i’m steady
acc-mulating all kind of envy
k!lling n-ggas like a stark wedding
farfetched art chef sparking on a park bench
carter really clark kent with a dark d-ck
waiting on the call
the matrix don’t make sense at all i take caution
f-ck the fast life i brake often
no days off i’m exhausted
can’t comprehend the chains
i’m locked in the game
with the moxy of a slave
i exhale the haze of creation they hate that
fake hype from way back
i aim at those who claim black but complain that sh-t ain’t change fast
n-gga adapt asap
black is what they called u
god is all we are
it’s all true

- carter wilson

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