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letra de full-time banquet boy freestyle - coleman williams

[intro]
hold on, hold up, wait
(this is a classic)
yeah, hold on
(it’s good to be back)
hold on, yes, i got my breath

[verse 1]
are we gonna hit the pinnacle? (wait)
don’t be so cynical (wait)
i feel invincible (yes)
christ at the centerfold (yeah)
your momma don’t like rap? (what?)
my momma still feel it though
laptop in the backseat, what do i call that? (what do you call that?)
portable kitchen (let him cook)
cooking anywhere that i go
let the praise overflow
whether it’s melody or flow, let him be lifted (i said let him cook)
you bring life into these bones
even your enemies all know who should be sittin’ on that throne
don’t dismiss it (pay attention)
got one life (one life), tryna live it
treat me like taylor, god, please let me finish (d-mn)
i’ve seen the takeaways and i’ve seen you give it (seen you give it)
so i don’t know what to expect
i know i have a lot
i know you gave it to me
don’t wanna ask a lot but i wanna make it to be
old enough to do the mission that you made for me
i read job, please god, don’t take it from me
[verse 2]
i turn the booth to a sweat lodge
i’ve been in my head lots
deconstructin’ everything, i might hit bedrock
wedding in a few months, i’ma make the-
(ayoo, don’t finish that line)
i’ma make the-
okay, somebody better put me on
the way i’m better at makin’ these songs
the way top ten ain’t toppin’ me
you owe everyone an apology
i don’t wanna make it a competition
but why you got a platform with no message?
talkin’ a lot but i’m not impressed
let me get a few things off my chest
twenty-one, full-time
and i’m workin’ at the banquets
and it’s work when i get home, that’s the curse of a creative
and my mind’s playin’ tricks
is this a weighted blanket?
i know how to get me numb, but i can’t alleviate it
the fix don’t fix me, this is gettin’ risky
pandora’s box might open if i’m open
so i’m copin’ and i’m coastin’ and i’m hopin’ that you don’t hold this against me
and then my friends speak, like:
“how much did the cross cover?
these bigots on the gram got you b-gg-red”
i know two things:
god’s gonna judge all the judgers
and the only ones who told me that i suck are suckers

- coleman williams

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