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letra de bon matin - carter wilson

feel like i been waiting forever, let’s celebrate
feeling great, started back in seventh grade
h-lla late to cl-ss with no p-ss in detention i penned raps
in my notepad and i never changed
on my grind everyday
mary jane on my brain to be sane i’m a strange dude
you could hate but i’m glad that i ain’t you
when you see me break through tell them boys make room
i take shrooms ’til i escape womb and i can feel sp-ce move
heart synched to the b-ss boom
unghhh
black babe ruth back to the bay soon
and i stay smooth
i remain on my griz with a view of the city with a spliff
while i’m handling my biz can’t refuse it
and i’m oozing this music, your new sh-t is sewage water
body fluid, not amused b-tch, i’m cooler than a otter pop (dripping)
mazel tov to my jews, n-gga all of yall
start a soul train
in my own lane
cap with that c0ke and that’s word to my code name
and i do it for the bay and that won’t change
we some raiders and rebels wrecking the home base
raising h-ll when we away call it road rage, roll tape
i can’t control fate but i hold faith in a tight grip
yeah, i got my head up in the clouds and i like it
future so bright i probably blind my psychic
man i’m so high i can’t find my eyelids
make your girl wanna be my side kick
if i didn’t rap i’d probably be a pirate or a pilot
either way i’m still the captain
i pop a couple pills so a n-gga never crashing
but i’m still chilling on my back in alaska, what’s happening?
bad habits
and black magic
all i got in my raggedy backpack
it’s strapped tight and i’m walking fast
when i cross the street when the red hand’s flashing
unfashionably late like it’s my party
but it is and i’m lit n-gga i’m sorry
i’m the first black king of narnia and all we really do is farm greens
and ya girl looking at me like a warm breeze
and i stiff arm, cause she smell like sardines
eughh
what you doing n-gga
type of n-gga probably spend his whole check on some true religions
and this n-gga got some j’s on
when’s the last time you saw this n-gga play ball?
huh?
man that’s why i make songs
had to wait long but it really paid off
right back where i wanna be
i popped a red pill now i’m living in the dream
man i think i know who k!lled the kennedys
the same one who k!lled the king in tennessee
i think they wanna tie a anchor around my leg and put me in the middle of the sea
yeah we getting deep
i’ma be what i wanna be, n-gga who are you?
call me w-lly wonk cause my stock going through the roof
unghh

- carter wilson

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