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letra de basura - cuzzi chavez

where do i begin?
i’m bad at making friends
i moved away from home
now i gotta start again
west coast kid in the valley of the sun
introverted, you know i don’t get a lot of sun
money got shorter, i’ve been living like a b-m
‘cuz i quit my last job, now its been a couple months
life was feeling great, until we graduate
then mama moved away
now poppa moved away
i got the f-ck outta cali with a little bit of guap
now i got my own room, still really need a job
i don’t wanna be all grown still living with mom
i’m getting on top of it, boban marjanovic
sipping boba with my china, b-tch
i’m just playing, i ain’t got a b-tch, ‘cuz i call them b-tch
i should cut it out but it’s hard to quit
old habits die hard, i listened to the ying yang twins since i was 6
big head, buck teeth, building legos
playing gta, think i’m the sh-t
i used to wanna sing like usher, baby
then my b-lls dropped, i can’t sing for sh-t
‘cuz my voice crack-a-lackin’ like a whip
or a belt smacking -ss of bratty kids

man, where do i begin?
i’m a lazy piece of sh-t
and i f-cking hate myself
if you haven’t noticed yet
probably could’ve been rich already if i worked a bit
but i had to go and be a stupid b-tch
sit around all day, f-cking loser b-tch
f-cking lazy -ss f-cking p-ssy -ss b-tch!
don’t tweet sh-t, i just write it down
if i ever get my -ss in the booth somehow
throat sore, i’ve been screaming in the booth all proud
b-mping chump change way too loud (b-tch what now?)
already hearing ringing in my ears
i’d put a bullet in my brain if i couldn’t hear
music really be the only reason that i’m here
without that, i got no idea
and i don’t like beer but i already got a keg
big -ss gut and it’s moving to my legs
22 alarms to get my -ss outta bed
you could try to burn my -ss but i’m already dead
how the f-ck you get motivated? life’s good but i hate it
i ain’t gotta be the greatest, i just wanna say i made it
but i’m in my own way, it’s been a long day
the day’s only long when there ain’t sh-t to do, so there ain’t sh-t to say

acting like i’m busy but there’s nothing on my plate
probably sounding silly but boy, i ain’t come to play
talking all this sh-t but had no music to display
so you know i had to come out with a tape, aye
6 feet but my confidence 4 feet tall
been hyping up my tape for the last two falls
barely started when i moved, i’ve been lying, y’all
don’t know why i even said sh-t at all
no cap i never f-cked raw
matter fact, wish i never f-cked at all
b-tch i’m tryna grow a pair of lavar b-lls
got my nuts in the dirt, hope they grow tall
working on beats all god d-mn day
eating donuts from dilla, jay
ima drop a cl-ssic like that someday
but ‘til then, out my f-cking way
out my f-cking way (out my f-ckin way)
out my f-cking way (out my f-ckin way)
out my f-cking way (out my f-ckin)
out my f-cking face

- cuzzi chavez

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