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letra de gas - closegood

wake up sleepy-headed wax sticky finger stoner
stomach still emaciated, faded off a foul memory
make of me a man and maybe then i can be femme and free
and paint my f-cking nails pink so think-pieces center me

i live in my head, my head is clouded with weed smoke
i get back in bed and tell myself i don’t need folk
i don’t need no company on facetime either
just a dirty baseline and a bag of sativa

only paper in my pocket is for something i can smoke
lint knotted coins cutting up my throat when i swallow
rock bottom’s got a hollowing joke:
it’s just a mirror of the top with a lot more pot smoke
bet you i’ll be better in a week hit me after the rent’s due
lungs weak coughing at the back of the venue
broke and i tend to be alone
often, off and on temper, pr-ne to pick a bone
never home

all my homies modern renditions of tarot
barely home in their bone marrow and narrowly not broke
we make it by the skin of our t–th and these n-ggas be making it by the skin of their kinfolk
n-ggas dodging blessings like the heavens said think fast
patience getting thinner quick like i’m on slim fast
i will make a dinner of your ego if we go any further
imma needa roll a black with some green like shego
these days the blunt be my only amigo
good gas got the voice crack low like tito
talk to me sideways get a stitch like lilo
feeling c-nt, cum drunk on my steve-o sh-t
don’t start no sh-t won’t be no sh-t
get sh-tfaced to face all the emotions
i’m back on my bull and packing a bowl
i be on my young black negro sh-t, ugh

i am a b-tch and a bad one at that
your n-gga spoil me and call me his brat
he got my name in a tat, but your b-tch got my name on her cat
and i got her cat on my tongue, yeah
i got the gas in my lungs, yeah
i eat her like she a luncheon
i can not pass up a function
b-tch!

i live in my head, my head is clouded with weed smoke
i get back in bed and tell myself i don’t need folk
i live in my head, my head is clouded with weed smoke
i get back in bed and tell myself i don’t need folk

bet you i’ll be better in a week, hit me after the rent’s due
lungs weak coughing at the back of the venue
broke and i tend to be alone
often, off and on temper, pr-ne to pick a bone
never home

bet you i’ll be better in a week hit me after the rent’s due
lungs weak coughing at the back of the venue
broke and i tend to be alone
often, off and on temper, pr-ne to pick a bone
never home
pick a bone
pick a bone
never home
never home
never home

bet you i’ll be better in a week, week, after the rent’s due
lungs weak coughing at the back of the ven-venue
and i tend to be alone (be alone, be alone, be alone)

- closegood

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