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letra de southern piano - crocker

[verse 1: crocker]
withdrawn one mo, but i can’t figure out
what the h-ll it’s gonna take to bring me out
seems deep south, do you see me now
no…no… don’t believe me now….
everything it took, all the doubters
so i stepped up, put money where mouth was
watched everybody and come leave, took and run from me
bill withers’d up and took the sun from me
smiled and made a lunge for me
took my love and put a gun on me
cooked my goose, called it done for me
stuck with these traits that dime define me
headfirst in with the noose of timing
matter fact, just tie me
naw, no joke, i ain’t lying
see that light and you can feel it dying
lost in the bar count, wired and tiring
tired of admiring
exhaust inspiring
live conspiring
you fly, i’m flying
you sigh, i’m signing
you in line, i’m realigning
call time for timing
now smile, we dining

[hook:crocker]
you feel that? it creeps in…
your skin, in it’s seeping’
you’re lost or you’re leaving’
you’re wheeling’ or weeping’
i breathe in the feeling
it lifts me to ceilings
exchanges with demons
for fiendish completeness

[verse 2: crocker]
never grew up, had no instructions
found this here, and said, then f-ck it
now without it, can’t f-cking function
now without it, i’m f-cking nothing
money like strippers, can’t f-cking touch it
so i get on here and say f-ck the public
and i f-cking love it
love it so much, i’d f-cking f-ck it
like without me here, who f-cking does it?
…like i f-cking does it
make their lips move like a f-cking muppet
now that’s f-cking something
they gums just bumpin’, still i stand next to them, then i’m next to nothing
my tongue get a run and i fund conundrums
come to far to let go, before these bars echo
before i let death know, be d-mned if my steps slow
my ethic is hectic, i spit indigestion
that rips through intestines, and bleeds out your septum

[verse 3: crocker]
talk sh-t like my r-ct-m, get down like depression
bars born out of flexin’ & naive obsession
it is what it is, tragically funny
pockets full of lint, but i’m magically money
either dark as the night or manically sunny
blasphemous trying to be pious or something
like maybe one day, i’ma up the ante
then you’ll look up and you’ll understand me
back from the gavel and the urge to d-mn me
pat me on the back, maybe call me family
maybe it’ll happen, maybe i’ll strike rich
’till then i’ma push, skinny broad and dyk- fist
uncle luke i’m a sick f-ck….everybody they tense up
why…can’t they understand
that i risked it all for this, there’s not a back-up plan
p-ssed away the future just to do what i can
you talk of who you are, son i act as i am
let it ride…..if it falls
mother f-ck a regret now/ occupy thrones….
tell the king he can step down
bold…i feel i’m the best now
(whoo!) got it off of my chest now
now i’ma stop chasing my breath now
last rhyme before i put you to bed now

- crocker

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