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letra de landmine! - curtisy (irl)

[verse 1]
i said i wouldn’t, but of course it’s getting did again
i’m the problem, why i think i need some different friends
i thought it was what it wasn’t ’til i flipped the lens
we were in them whips drinking, could’ve flipped the benz
lemme flip the mood
please be careful ’bout these rappers that you listen to
i got a text from the streets, replied ‘i miss you too’
she’s wanting s-x, but you know that i’ve been busy, boo
you know i wanna hit it too
you know i wanna be up in it
feathers getting ruffled, i’m so ‘i don’t givе a f-ck’ with it
promoter paid me, envеlope had not enough in it
i wanna cut and go make sure that no one f-cks witche
anymore
i do my dance, i could mop up any floor
the plug told me he had pills, gimme four
it’s round five and she told me ‘gimme more’
this loud joint had me sinking in the floor
i’m down bad, don’t eat dinner anymore
hypochondriac, everything is sore
i’m not sleeping ’til everything is poured
drank, not stopping ’til my head is on the floor

[chorus]
i got it from my dad’s side
sh-t that i was destined for, f-ck it, then my hands tied
if there’s beef, you should dead it, let it flatline
stepping to me’s like stepping on a landmine!
catch me lookin’ scummy, making money off a landline
know that curtis coming, bro, i put it on my mam’s life
this the one, yeah, it’s nothing like the last time
it’s no thoughts, no fumbles, gonna grab mine
[verse 2]
i’m gonna grab it and go
yeno gav’s a class act, and my status is pro
i stabbed a half–rs- rapper and i scattered the bones
i had half a panic attack at the start of the show
the bad b-tch getting smart, i’m gon’ be marching her home
look, i live a funny life, lad, i’m laughing alone
i splash it, never cache it, so the bag isn’t growing
i hear a crackle when we’re chatting, think they’re tapping the phone
i’m being paro, need a smack to the dome
need to relax on the drugs, but i actually won’t
i’m saying ‘life’s a f-cking b-tch’ when i’m packing a cone
nothing i can do though, so i’m back in my mode
the gas is in o’s, still i pass it to no one
just need some weed and a naggin, i can party alone
talk nice, or a slap could help you manage your tone
wanna be famous enough for them to think gavin’s a clone
wanna be a civi’, i can’t handle the throne
‘what if they cancel the goat?’
there are the panics i know
what if they stop tuning in and then it’s static, yeno?
what if my sh-t just gets worse because what’s happening at home
yeah, i just wanna start the car and then go
but sh-t, i’m not in control
feel like i’ve always been towed
showing up to the show and i’m obviously throwed
give a shout out to my liver, i’d like to offer a toast
‘i see you’re working overtime, and i’d stop, but i won’t
because the drink’s the only way that i can honestly cope’
see the cops, then i float
’cause the drugs looking copious
and i’m not trying to boast
if i get caught, then i’m toast

- curtisy irl

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