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letra de friday night - cynical romance

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[intro]
friday night, 11:02 p.m

[verse 1]
chillin’ on the couch
we are far away from crowds
on the table, chelsea boots
try’na enter a mood
that’s created by the booze
acc-mulating wealth to buy my b-tch jimmy choos
gonna have myself a cruise
like katie holmes
i am sycked to buy katie homes
drop in fall like pinecones
but buy that b-tch some silicone?
silly b-tch you’re here
’cause i want my willy licked
i’ll be rich until my bills is lit
and right now here we are
middle-cl-ss motherf-ckers
with some ivy-league bars
elitist attitude
dissin’ you is breakin’ you like a polemic parachute
f-ck your safe space, you need a motherf-ckin panic room

[hook] x2
cynical and romance
lyrical with cold hands
b-tch, breaking fingers is the only way we hold hands
sometimes, with a lady, we might even slow dance

[verse 2]
imma’ tell you a story
’bout a little boy who took a liking
to writing stories
only way the shorty stored it
’cause he was sickly worried
of a motherf-ckin thief
was in his mind
so some of it had seeped
but the longer it had lingered
and the little that he mongered
what was he able to keep?
well that boy turned ‘to a man
treat that sh-t like marmalade
make some motherf-ckin jam
so he said to his friend
“start making beats
and then we’ll make some motherf-ckin ends meet”

[hook] x2

[verse 3]
here are my ambitions
number two is money
understand my position
not so my chain glisten
my children will never ever have anything missin’
the won’t need to choose
doing art will be as liable as law
they won’t be fireable
number three is power
no morals could’ve gone sour
yeah, money will enable me this point
rise up and then i’ll break your groin
crush it, mush it, bust it
’till you kick the f-ckin’ bucket
number one is freedom
f-ckin’ barriers i don’t need ’em
do what i wanna, yeah, whenever i’m gonna
problem is, it’s a pyramid
can’t achieve a little bit
one is only attainable
through two and three
but us, you and me, tobi
ain’t nothing stopping us
nothing ever topping us
motherf-ckers better buckle up
hey, n-bel-prize commitee
cynical romance the lyrical program

[solo]

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