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letra de basic light 100's - cyrus

election season got me feelin’ like it’s hunting season
verbal treason guns and bullets flows with reason, praise jesus
glad that my grandpa ain’t have to go through this sh-t
never woulda judged a man for what yours f-cked up in the first place, b-tch
i’m a little aggravated, sad to say it
i’d like to think that i left my anger in the past but i guess it’s activated
chatter, chatter, that’s all i hear from you is chatter, chatter, why don’t you do somethin’
you talk a big game why don’t you just do somethin’
okay okay okay okay

let me apologize for the first few bars cause that ain’t me, really
that’s the past me let’s get past that for real, silly
i want to address some real issues and do it civil, not simple
i used to rap riddles, n-body could figure me out
then i figured the only way that they could figure me out, is if i let them figure me out
i’m gonna let myself allow that
i drank too much tea over this pain like a loud hat
wow cat, never know how a “p-ssy” will react like a wildcat
you want to -ssume that you know everything but really you don’t even know cr-p
see? i’m already doing better and i’m not even 20 bars in
like a xanie party with women and egotistical men
cause i know plenty of ‘em, they can’t get enough of that substance
whether it’s p-ssy or drugs long as they constantly buzzin’
she said it hurts real bad, i never done this before
he said d-mn little shawty, you almost 15 years old
and the f-cked up thing is they really think it’s okay
don’t worry my mama had me when she was 16
little foolay, look how you sound
walking around, with ya d-ck hanging out
you know my sister is the same age, right
try that sh-t on her better have a shovel to dig that grave
and my mother is stuck payin’ all my dad’s bills
he died when i was 15 yeah, it’s that real
and you act like you got problems and all
man i been livin’ on the floor and i never got off
i been arrested, neglected, stepped on and all of that bullsh-t
but as long as i learned a lesson then i don’t care if i culprit
what did you get from it? who did you help?
who did you let down? was it only yourself?
and sometimes i think that it might be that way
the thoughts in my mind always set on replay
they said hey, don’t worry bout the others when you got you, man
i said i’m proud of what i am, i’m gonna take that man
all the way to kingdom come, packin’ nothin’ but a carry on
you got these small problems, me i got a micro-phone
tryna let the world know, so i speak it loud
like the weed you smokin’ on, when you feelin’ down
so bring it back up, i flip the pack bring it back up
don’t wanna do that but you want me to back up way too fast
and i’m too stressed i need a cigarette, get a pack please
i ain’t tryna to smoke alone, need you as much as you need me

- cyrus

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