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letra de big bands - cemetery drive

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[verse one – miles powers]
shorty thought she a thot, what’s the standard?
i wish a man would come and front, yeah that’s manhood
you ain’t that good but you call yourself a rapper
yeah i play the drums but i ain’t a drummer dumb-ss

oh was that harsh? ain’t speak my language can’t talk
i been that crazy vanguard, routine like brady p-ss yards
routine like 80’s dance halls, making your lady branch off
i whip that lazy hands off, ain’t my mercedes, thank god!

[verse two – thiago]
ay yo move!
why you standing still, oh you think too cool?
don’t wanna’ get sweaty no one stepping on your shoes
don’t you know that newer things are meant to be used?
holes in my kicks, big toes poking through

bummy -ss kid living rich, yeah
spending more cash than i get, yeah
i don’t see the issue
cancel my subscription
i need all my problems to be limited edition

my anxiety is holographic
cool sounds when you scratch it
self-love is ultra rare
i trade you if you have it
i was living manic i never had card sleeves
now i live in panic i never let y’all see

[verse three – chris wright]
my whole life full of bad motifs
i put the blade in my mouth just floss my t–th
too busy tryna’ stay human like i’m jon batiste
or osterman, got em’ sweating like they whole suit fleece

caught me dancing with myself, feel like joaquin
i’m jokin’ lil momma, i’m just tripping blowing off steam
feeling like i’m ozymandias when i’m off screen
the purple so provocative the whole f-cking mosh leaning

right stick hit coming to your breastplate
cemetery drive motherf-cker i’m just dead weight
yeah, come alive, come alive, put up barricades
half witted, outside, punk b-tches, in escalades

[hook – chris wright]
ay! back off the block like a piston
ay! f-ck up anybody that don’t listen
ay! all of my rhinestones glisten
ay! dying in the mosh pit is my mission

[verse four – cloud mac]
i told my mother i’m a rock star, i think i shocked her
double life, man is motherf-cking peter parker
pop star, breakin’ hearts, boy is such a charmer
acting like a virgin when your name is not madonna

these p-ssies setting traps like they veigar
never get surprised boy i see you on the radar
pull up to bank with some clips and a blazer
bout’ to flip the lid like a motorola razr

i’m a big f-ck off monster bout’ to f-cking dynamax
may have lost my little mind but that was just a minor lapse
f-ck a crowd surf, jump off stage and hit them with a down attack
electric type, paralysis, man we got them spinal taps

[verse five – atwood]
f-ck you and your momma’s house
this the type of sh-t they play that make you kick your momma out
p-ssy boys ain’t spitting heat, f-ck you talking bout’
unless you talkin’ bout how they leaving the p-ssies cotton-mouthed

got em’ like i don’t need it
your whole square a bunch of hoes like a shotgun seen it
pop trunk, y’all suck, f-ck all ya’ll p-ssants
my sh-t is gas city while y’all sussied in the mid-lands

ay, big bands, big bands, big bands
wonderin’ how the f-ck in seven days i made six grand
sh-t man this sh-t’s payin’ cos’ this young sir’s head got bars like a hitman

[hook – chris wright]
ay! back off the block like a piston
ay! f-ck up anybody that don’t listen
ay! all of my rhinestones glisten
ay! dying in the mosh pit is my mission

[verse six – miles powers]
really been ‘bout, that rhythm i ride, my cynical mind
been filling up all of my time, yeah i was born the wrong year
i see sociopathy, c-cky but you like a poppy seed
a spec insignificant, so check what you gifted with

and check what you not i’m not impressed by your wit with this
so, sit and listen closely mostly posted k!llin’ sh-t
ill intent, tense muscles, caught up in the hustle bustle
what’s the cause and what’s the fuss? i trust that i can piece the puzzle

- cemetery drive

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