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letra de granderson - crack

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[verse 1]
the hole in your truth make you pure pious
whole of your woes only make you surely biased
the tole that you escape because you too high to riot
now quiet as a enslaved n-gga who tried it
i’m a motherf-cker tyrant
surrounded by n-ggas who complain about they high rent
but rather look through tabs then see who’s hiring
daniel’s dandelions blooms in a the den of those lions
encomp-ssed by n-ggas addicted to face f-cking
love humping and then they go off the haze and chucking
this daze is lumping all my memories into days i’m jumping
then realizing n-ggas will always amount to nothing
i think i buried something somebody last week
supplements pumping iron and powder i can’t speak
my eyes glazed over, somebody turn me over i’m dry drowning
or od’ing i’m not breathing, i can’t seeing
my mind leaving the armory alarmingly
self-harmingly
this high school n-gga winning marginally
i got the ignition bomb in key
do i got b-lls to crank the shaft
do i got the boat to ride these waves and release the mast
i’m just catching winds and f-cking up my windpipe
cast away acquaintance, b-tch you just ain’t my type
i’m rather uneasy, restless
on the edge, i’m queazy
the only difference we make on this earth is so slight it’s measly
so my end goal is to simply please me
i’m out for me n-gga
ima miss heaven by a mile n-gga
so i apologize if you don’t see me for a while n-gga

[chorus]
i’m high off the mind of the regional schizophrenics
thermometer mercury reservoir to sign my tenets
the world’s disorders has no borders to hold pandemics
crack-cocaine academics

[verse 2]
n-ggas never amount to sh-t, b-tches are the last to change
when you need em they just turn to mist, they like it when you running train
when they tryna give you the sloppy they thinking about other d-ck
they try to sell they p-ssy because p-rnhub will make them rich
juice em quick it’s a cinch, in a pinch
the f-cks quenching to them
they play into the game and end acquiescing to whims
and they don’t grimace
when they slaves to system, guess that’s the premise
a little crack in they men, never a hindrance
actually a plus because they plug debase
needle hit the veins or it just miss
another hit is just a rattle from the snakes hiss
they make a bee line for the v-line
am i just hallucinating or am i seeing signs
or is the cyanide a lining i’d be persuasive but the lemons lime
it drops them right to they knees and it’ll give them the osgood
tumultuous plump plum is the fruit of evil and the fruit of good
and they claim that they just misunderstood
some are forced into the cycles other just stay cause they could
chopping tinder down like it’s the flint to the wood
emotionless f-cks giving it up in the hood

[chorus]
i’m high off the mind of the regional schizophrenics
thermometer mercury reservoir to sign my tenets
the world’s disorders has no borders to hold pandemics
crack-cocaine academics

[verse 3]
crystal meth don’t make a crystillic a caterpillar
it makes a working foundation transform into a villa
what you didn’t know is that the hood is they new colony
ho-rs- throat bl–dy nose these n-ggas is commonly seen
rest in your respiratory you calling in the reams
casting of the melancholy ultralight beams
pitching in detroit michigan the tight jacket falling part from the seams
conventional n-ggas always walled in, i’m abstract
intermissions and intended to break and enter with the hazmat
julio’s yac intercepted the receiver of the last laugh
freudian slip, intrepidly evil, kamikaze wrath
cause the wrought that i sought is the pudding proof that i bought
centipede -ss n-ggas, all independently moving to the same cause
grooving in the brewing, it’s soothing in the parking lot
coffin brewing in the brothel, cauldron in the cot
bullsworth bullsh-t aiming at your own c-ck
sharpen the harp then fine up the talon
get f-cked get galent
no sh-t no talent
no rhythm no balance
no tone no flow no bone to throw
at rest no growth so low behold
the not fit throw sciz fits
history on the heavens just like the h-llenics
half on the path on crack-cocaine academics

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