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letra de art - chris lee

d-mn, everything the same
go outside, look around, everything the same
lookin through my wardrobe, everything the same
talkin’ to my last love, everything the same
f-ck, everything the same, bruh, everything the same
going back to work, man, everything the same
checking out my compet-tion, everything the same
yo, i swear to f-ckin god, dog, everything’ll change

straight outta the meltin pot shaped like a glock
break out my c-ck for anybody that say i’ma flop
i’m not a clock, i’ll be the one that they pay not to tock
take off ya watch, in essence, i’m here to make all the guap
i’m trini, rican, and irish so minnie’s peekin’ and ‘mirin
and mickey’s still mad as a b-tch that chris be geekin’ her siren
i’m f-ckin chillin’, millin’ about my city
i’m witty but f-ckin stupid, i’m cupid but/b-tt f-ckin kitties (n-gga, wut?)
that was extra credit, if you ain’t the next to get it
no biggie or ‘veli, consider this modernistic wavy sh-t
or monolithic laziness, a consequence of craziness
i’m f-ckin up your order like mcdonald’s or an atheist
d-mn it, f-ck the planet, i’ll abandon the whole universe
for a black hole/ho makin’ me sammiches that you deserve, pimpin’
if you prefer thinkin’ that you can curve mugen like a shooter from that wanted movie, move it nerd
i got an agenda
puttin buildin blocks together, dog, i’m playin jenga
cookie, you want sugar, baby, these n-ggas are splenda
b-tch, i’m doin splendid
ever since november, walk it like a kemba
ahhhh, i’m f-ckin raw, dog
can’t say that enough baby, i’m tryna meet nardwuar
au revoir to every b-tch/n-gga that got sick of me too quickly
this is history, you with lee on a day you shouldn’t miss which is today
my b-tch is with the bae
my st-tches lift away everytime chris can spit the way
god d-mn, n-gga, neo be the testament who lost/found trinity
my ego breedin’ messages that cross town vividly
and we don’t need the pessimists that saw clowns lividly
cuz cleos seen the death of it and clawed down kennedies
message, message, message, b-tch
f-ck a n-gga’s vestiges
y’all stare at the pyramid, i look at the rest of it
sh-t’s easy as checkers/chess, whatever ya preference is
gettin’ it, might put jacob’s ladder on my neck and sh-t:
recklessness: on my way to heaven with sins up to the brim, wins all up in my fetishes
f-ck a b-tch, f-ck ya b-tch, f-ck his b-tch, f-ck her b-tch
f-ck ya mom, f-ck ya aunt, f-ck ya sis, suck a d-ck
suck it long, gag a bit, suck the b-lls, grab ya t-ts
left hand down, right hand up, but you not baphomet
rub ya cl-t

- chris lee

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