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letra de the valley - chaos

[chorus]
i got trouble on my mind
mind on this cash
cash on my grind
and my grind going fast
i got life left to live
live from the past
p-ssed all of this
this still holds me back
(oh where to go where to go where to go where to go now)

[verse 1]
swerve
picking up sh-lls on the curb
bow bow brratt
word, splitting yourself from the herd
went awol
my dog tags and camouflage tearing off
rambo with chaos
won’t save ya’ll
let god come and handle ya’ll standing off
life or death face off
now purge, through the city
lawless regardless anarchy concealing
a canon a cannon, handgun and a camera
picture me pistoling lost with my feeling
nothing is real we run from our will
insomniac chasing a dream for a living
nothing is real we living appealed
by lies and still lives canvas still disappearing
approach the cashier with your conscience in hearing
your consciousness oddly is not really clear
you walk with your thoughts in the car with your fear
leave all those behind have no time just an ear
to the streets and an ear to the heat
told him open the safe
you adhere to the life
no one safe but for real you just trying
to go for escapes when you see em
carpe diem

[verse 2]
burn ashes get dabbed into urns
(cough) what was that!
tapping p-ssed out on the curb
word!
night full of thrills and in spite of the chills
of the winter we still wearing ice in our grills
and despite how we live this a cycle we try to go
right to the bills, this the life of your kids
you tip toe to coins we bike to the cash
harleys and masks we still fighting our past
probably a night where he might meet his dad
bars for a flight was the hype worth the gas
was the strike worth the blast that you had for the night
was the fight worth the dash from the flashing of lights
was the ice worth your soul when they p-ssed you the mic
was the cash worth the toll that you had on your life
selling crack on the corner
the coroners homie
the homicide color
get cash from the homeless
the re-up but still making no type of money
the keep up the fiends calling you when they hungry
the wanted the flauntin, the target get bodied
the probably one day somebody or something
the sorrys for mama the dramas and daughter
and child support calling the irs audits
trying to calm down a storm you just started
but hardly can find time to waste between all that
your brothers in county your sister got shot at
your mrs. just met who you been with when ya’ll mad
its all bad its all bad your friends don’t recall that
you fall back and these employers will not callback
you realize that life is not pretty
and wallet is empty the water is filthy no tall gl-ss

- chaos

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