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letra de miss me - curtis foster

ayyo, i kick it like rocks
pushin’ imposters off of the dock
i put that on my soul

that i stay knowing how to sock ’em
choosing shoes to be smooth
when strolling through these ruthless avenues
a sheep in wolf’s clothing
but know that i’m leading a pack of wolves
breaking the lead off of pencils to paper
like i’m educating ’em, back to school
old and new school hip-hop, sh-t
i got it zip-locked in a baggy too
i sort like a porter
but if you got baggage i’m forcing it back to you
too much stuff to be done just for one of me
now i’ll be summoning matthew 2
i used to be shy ’bout my rhyming
but time and experience let all that slide
now i’m liking the strike of the lightning
inside of this vial
this bottle, i caught it and kept it inside it
to bide and confide it until i’m done finding
the time for this fire to spark and ignite it
i’m thor, you’re poseidon, abhorring the highest
contorting the lines like i’m snorting my writing
i do not care what you heard like bison
i’ll bust your lip with a fist
to get your words slurring like tyson
got your head bobbing
nodding up and down like gas prices
but using notes musical is food for the soul, and that’s priceless

i hold the key now
to set me free now
i hold the key now
to set me free now

i’m not complacent to living a life that’s vacant
there’s always gonna be some time
to find for more vacations
for now it’s pencils, papers
diligence and a lot of patience
crumbled up wads of thoughts that couldn’t amount
to nothing else on my stationery
so let’s face it, carrie
they’re all gonna laugh at you
so you might as well be releasing some h-ll
when you step up to spit on a track in the booth
face the facts like you send documents off to another office
i body beats and throw dirt on ’em afterwards
so i’mma need me a couple of coffins
i find myself at a loss for words so often
my thoughts are lost inside of my noggin
i musta left ’em in my other brain that i save in my pocket
slapping the top of
my honda civic like i’m tryna smush a fly like
this bad boy here holds a couple of beers
and a drunk motherf-cker who shouldn’t drive

i hold the key now
to set me free now
i hold the key now
to set me free now

set me free
i’m not one to f-ck with, f-ck with
y’all can go and miss me with that bullsh-t
set me free
i’m not one to f-ck with, f-ck with
y’all can go and miss me with that bullsh-t
set me free
i’m not one to f-ck with, f-ck with
y’all can go and miss me with that bullsh-t
set me free
i’m not one to f-ck with, f-ck with
y’all can go and miss me with that bullsh-t
set me free

- curtis foster

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