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letra de slightly sauced - conrad jon

hook

chip me off a piece of cake you been getting
cheese up in my face but b-tch i been grinning
start a new chapter, write it & i indent it
like a newscaster, i predicted it

verse 1

still with the syndicate, the simple sh-t just hit the hardest
keep my heart on sleeve, if we ain’t real then disregard us
i was slightly sauced when tuna made the beat and all that
been good with the tongue since i was young & heard the carter
bring the b-tch you wish you brought in
sincе a kid you wishy-washy
now you actin like you one of my day-ones but i see through it
you wasn’t with mе when i was eating lee’s chicken
your presence pretty vacant ain’t that’s why i’m sid vicious
what good is all the talent, you ain’t got no ambition
go find yourself a hobby, why you hating?
you ain’t did nothing with yourself
play the cards that you dealt
you ain’t never seen h-ll
so you can’t talk about the devil
oh, you think you is a christian just because you own a bible?
should be living for some sh-t you love enough to go and die for
don’t you see
we’re just a product of our idols
and the climate always changing
but we’re stagnant with our rivals
so f-ck y’all that’s for all y’all
you don’t get plays, i’ma ball-hog
make moves quick, a young paul wall
smoke big blunts and no pall-malls
can’t catch up to my car chase
byrn & i got pulled over he was off a bar
and i just smoked a blunt, told the cop we racing and no court case
that’s the day i seen god’s face
my homie lee like to rob banks
angels & demons where’s tom hanks?
i think that was the straw that break that camel back
what do y’all thank?
every g*nius y’all call crazy
how long for my fall, baby?
plus how long is my fall, baby?
hating on my success
sounds mad that you ain’t up next
you ain’t really got sh-t going
but built up anger you compress
shouldn’t test you a real one
might learn something you ain’t know yet
my weed icy that’s a cold-pack
might blow a bag just to blow a bag
in a world with the same gang
shame on y’all, most of y’all can’t hang
when it’s payday, let my chain hang
don’t sign a deal for the chain-gang
change on me, now i got some change on me
i’ma wash these hoes like my clothes get these stains, stains, stains

bridge

don’t you worry bout a motherf-cking thing said my mama
cause it’s mind over matter
mind over matter
don’t you worry bout a f-cking thing said my mama
cause it’s mind over matter
mind over matter

hook

chip me off a piece of cake you been getting
cheese up in your face but b-tch i been grinning
start a new chapter, write it & i indent it
like a newscaster, i predicted it
chip me off a piece of cake you been getting
cheese up in my face but b-tch i been grinning
start a new chapter, write it & i indent it
start a new chapter, write it & i indent it

- conrad jon

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