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letra de mila kunis - cully

[verse 1: cully]

it goes halle berry, hallelujah
macaulay culkin, milah kunis
if i try the blueprint and my rivals used it, it prolly proves that i’m dumb
kinda stupid, i’m from
where drugs f-ck up ya lungs
and stuck up kids get stuck up with guns
break rules, don’t bend em
or you’ll get f-cked up and then some
leave marks on bark with pen rubs
y’all been slugs, slobs and slick
in the slums you live with hollow tips
as brain cells,trapped in the same cell, where you cannot think
unless the airs hot pink, you’re drugged, drinkin or it pays well
roaches smoking the same l
as their peers, which means a leer
to a satellite, where the data might get cleared – off the map
is not that near, to all the facts
f-ck yo genre, call it rap
i’ma start a new one
like the carter 2 done, gosh o golly, gotta get my move on
gossip columns have said i’m too gone
rob the guest house, n left my shoes on
gotta get my moulin rouge on
prove i’m new boss
in a culture full of barkers, it’s tragic
how they bang dumb, but don’t slang drums like travis
bad sh-t, when the static’s blocking waves
and they saying stop and stare, but you stop and not amazed
start a riot spark a blaze
walk me through my warhol phase
white walls had me bored all day
get lost stalking me, walking through this corn stalk maze
with nothing to eat, they ain’t f-cking with me
sustenance and substance free
h20 no calories, so there for it’s a cup a lean
finna keep me skinny
sipping out of trophy cups, each victory we winning
gonna keep me grinning
cheek to cheek each speech is different
you got warm up, final yard, old broads, and vinyl scars
lazy losers who try to hard
life’s a gamble, why hide your hide your cards
my aim is- stop making stupid people famous
the smart ones end up heartless and brainless
by the end of school, and just pretend they’re fools cuz they came in
with an open mind, that closed in time for they saneness
study up, practice sameness
get a white collar stay chain-less
no gold, cuz steel chains is embracing, the same wrist, so cold
like we used to do befo’, this little thing that’s called slavery
when the in-crowd is enslaved to they wages
babies from the 90s and the 80s, try to fine me, call me crazy
cuz i’m stating all the facts
while i’m making all these raps
and none of my diets vegan, man
half my food is still bleeding
wonder why half you ghouls are still breathing
hope that activity ceases
paranormal like the winklevosses
f-ck p-ssing off my bosses
age again end of august
b-tch, i’m awesome
callused and f-cking flawless
if life’s a gamble i’m all in

- cully

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