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letra de youngblood - cherrycola

-interlude-
i don’t really know what they want at this point, and i, honestly, don’t care

-pre-chorus-
you talkin’ to me?
you ain’t even on my level
you lookin’ at me?
you ain’t even on my level
you ain’t even on my level, youngblood
you ain’t even on my level
get the f-ck up on my level, youngblood
get the f-ck up on my level

-chorus-
you ain’t even on my level, youngblood
you ain’t even on my level
you ain’t even on my level, youngblood
you ain’t even on my level
get the f-ck up on my level, youngblood
get the f-ck up on my level
get the f-ck up on my level, youngblood
get the f-ck up on my level

-verse 1-
get the f-ck up on my level, youngblood
you ain’t even nothing special, youngblood
i’m a king, you’s a peasant, youngblood
get my check, and then i spend a lump sum
y’all don’t want none
i just want one
reason for the
paranoia
uncle j, yeah, he’s your employer
i’m the boss, bruh, i thought i told ya
unemotional, i felt no ways
do not f-ck with me, i will go cray
you been saying that i got no membrane
if you hatin’, you will get slain
i gonna rick james on your sweatshirt
uncle j spit flames to impress her
gave her the d, like a professor
y’all better be lying to my records
making plays, call me tin man, no heart
21, big man, go hard
cause i gotta imagine n-gga, i got big plans
really, i’m just a young one looking for a break
and i pray for these motherf-ckers in my way
got your girly, man i’m cutting up the cake
i say, burn it, man, i’m coming with the flames

-verse 2-
get up on the mic, and i’ll show you who’s in charge
when i’m on the mic, man, i’m known to be a boss
i’m gonna go ham, i don’t even need a fork
run up on the track, man, your sh-t is like a spork
spit like a dragon, but i’m not a fairy tale
not like aladdin or peter cottontail
not like jasmine, no tortoise and the hare
no mirror on the wall, tellin’ you who’s fair
i don’t need a magic lamp in order to turn all of my dreams into reality
i swear, when i’m in the booth, i don’t need a full moon, i awaken the wolf right up out of me
i’m from a small town, i got big dreams, you got every reason to be mad at me
but if i go down, i’mma go down, and i’m not talking about calories, whoo!
proud of me? i don’t know what these people think to be proud of me?!
i’mma keep workin’, workin’, towards a salary
no cheese means no calories
no brie means no salary
no salary just isn’t an option
there’s no telling me what i can’t accomplish
i got it, it’s uncle jenkins
“f-ck you thinking?”, i’m thinking of profit, b-tch!

- cherrycola

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