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letra de she speaks - charles hamilton

yeah i know, and

b-tch, i do lyrical kegels
giving p-ssy n-ggas a spiritual fever, a diva
your whole life is a fashion faux pas
no lie, your stories ain’t magic, know why?
because your style is… a blind stylist
and my flow is my profile, it’s private
you can’t see it, translation: it’s quiet
f-ck a counselor, b-tch, i need guidance
or just a spanish therapist to give me woosa
bad boys 2 style, might use her
for her ability to see the future
i been looking at today since “loser”
in the marines, i was a pt cruiser
my gunnery sergeant used to beat me too much
what up tucker? rough motherf-cker
you and colonel collins could use some burning chronic
collins was cool as long as i followed the rules
his daughter was hot, but not gonna do nothing with me
i was a lance corporal, she wasn’t f-cking with me
i’m an ugly… with ugly feet
sucks for me, she would’ve fell in love with me
now i’m stuck with belladonna and a f-cking klee-
n-e-x, scared to send a text to
n-e-s-a-j, played it yesterday
memories, b-tch, just get the f-ck over it
quick to get sober, but no, i’m going in, so
catch me at the super bowl 64 endzone
usin’ more syringes than the n.o
saints, which means that i ain’t
which means that i did
which means that i hate
the reason that i did the sh-t that
got me bent all out of shape
so mother, you can never be replaced
getting booted in the 718
sick of groupies getting moody, saying (?)
whatever i say, i know the f-cking politics
if you aren’t a novice, to you it isn’t obvious
to the pirate flag wavers
and to all of my frien-nocent neighbors
i thank you, my candor
is grounds for a liquid pound of mylanta
every conjured up question, i answer
no i don’t have crabs, b-tch, try cancer
diagnosed with my arm inside a rope
calm like i don’t know, but armed to die alone
where’s arms? sitting around at the cat scan
fat chance, i’ll give myself a back hand
you f-cking b-tch, i thought microwaves helped
f-ck it, remove the food, i’ll just microwave myself
mad at me jerkin off? i like to play myself
high is raising h-ll to the light of saying “h-ll”
like, “what the h-ll, are you not happy?”
charles just got happy, and y’all just shot at me
peter gilmore owes me his life savings
i need to k!ll more flows, then i might pay me
it’s a light day, day 4 of the menstrual
stay for more, it’s suspenseful

i may be crazy, but y’all are in love
you all are in love with him
baby, baby, charles is in love
falling in love with sin

i done been through everything
all the things i never wanted
never had to hit the club
not even the 700
i just want to realize something you can never tarnish
my zone; n-gga you can never harm it
b-tch, i got the crown; labels wanna hit me up
but i do it for the love, so i don’t give a f-ck
i shave my head for it, hit britney up
for the brains she gave me, and i mean her mind

the loser wanna rest
loser wanna rest
loser wanna rest
loser wanna rest
its best i take a nap
best i take a nap
best i take a nap
best i take a nap
loser wanna

- charles hamilton

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