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letra de complicaptions - consciouslynappy

verse 1
orange you glad you’re not blue? yeah cause my storage filling up with you
forage through the colorful hues cause that’s what jason chose as required
woke up tired no woes cause i’m trying to get hired cutting off my homies’ toes
no fetish makes me desired like nose cose
f-cking em up like my mind over the hoes with no blemish
to unwind on monday is what i chose
chilling with the weed-man is usually how my story goes
this time jc and nappy not dennis be the menace
you a fiend with no plan happily drinking a forty of hennessy with the bros

verse 2
stuck in a jam the dentist taking xans with ya foes
but shorty knows where the peanut b-tter at
she a chemist with a camera, no clothes, and running mascara
showing clutter so i re-up on the reese’s , es mi manera
let’s glide with those that know terra
putting together the clumsy pieces by my side is my strap in the mirror
no cap and no stutter they just abide my chimera
that’s fourthflow for real they got pride in this era
go under to grow rap for a meal like if u don’t satan will wonder if you died by caldera
the thunder on the electro is what u feel
nappy xander and yano we making numbers
real high like lil skies and pro era
yea girl we might steal the whole world don’t be shocked
from cole, most dope and anyone with a draco
on lock, here’s some aloe vera

verse 3
flyby the pole at 180 got clocked
clubbing is how to cope get ya sh-t rocked like the sierra
it’s you, i, and the quarks
dubbin like sharks near mako ain’t come to knock para the yayo
i’ve run to block slandering quotes of the psycho
salamander with tied rope, a wish and halo
suicide deal in san diego no joke is a peso
swishers going solo playing hot potato
i’m choking out ayo’s inside
it don’t matter
b-tch, they smoking j’s tho
blunts covered in mayo delish
i got a hunch in the sharps of the piano
peopling harping back h-llos
i would start the wave but my arm feels like jello

verse 4
jesus save me like yesterday’s chicken parmigiana
god said h-ll no so i got on a caboose
heading to an animal farm
george know how the story go
pigs get the noose
savages on the loose
i can charm em like cabbages
big truce
sound the alarm
aye, i got a use

verse 5
started shooting at the ground near me with a firearm
i dance like footloose but they hear me and disarm
can’t compare the ruthless to me
i got the sauce and the juice in the armchair
the truth set me foolishly free
big boss smoking spruce
rick ross with the pear watching
the lying tv
finding with the gendarme that i’m sick with the slosh so i don’t care
i knew the police were d-cks in the mosh so i gave em a share in hogwash
the treatise gig cost me a forearm slashed it off soft
when i took to saving the fair with grant and josh
after smoking redwood cigarettes in the lair
i got a transplant like a fence gets a whitewash
they do immense harm to c0ked out kids
burning deadwood in a barn looking at a macintosh
that’s laissez-faire i should’ve said oh darn but
i’m a tossed caesar
with summer squash to the fake familiarity
i’m an ear-pleaser
listen to me on the night-watch
mistakes of charity so posh retakes for clarity intake of prosperity chris bosch with the ambidexterity
looking hard at my wake i see hilarity charred lungs got baked who feels the similarity
scarred tongues now caked in vulgarity
due to popularity of escapism
(yeah)
we undo the singularity of egoism
(yeah)
and find ourselves in every organism with peculiarity
(yeah)
shelves of heroism on barbarity
(yeah)
the polarity of cells of surrealism
(yeah)
stuck in the mitochondria i can be very real with em
(yeah)
i got insomnia and verity its how i deal in chem
(yeah)
(yeah)
(yeah)

- consciouslynappy

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