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letra de rasta - dallas woods

rasta lyrics
[intro]
here we go
it’s ok to be a misfit
i think it’s time right now
that we realise
that being different and being one of a kind is the most biggest compliment you can get

[verse 1]
i’m a black activist, slight love of cannabis
known to keep a candle lit, always keep a candle lit
grew up ’round some savages, love them boys, they characters
posted up like mannequins, toe-to-toe, no panickin’
sons of anarchy, fam, that’s the bro code
6740, brother, that’s my post code
bad mouth my neighbourhood, brother, that’s a no-no
you thought she a get-get, found out she a go-go
psych, now the world move in slo-mo
skin on coconut complexion on that cocoa
bikini and a sun hat, fresh from the outback
my island queen, tell me, what you know about that?
i live every single day like my last
stay living in the moment, no future or past
i don’t count on anybody, that’s unusual math
forget a roadblock, destroy anything in my path

[pre-chorus]
let ’em talk ’cause they ain’t never walked were you walk
in other words, they really care for you at all
really care for you at all
[chorus]
where you from? where you from?
who your mob? who your mob?
who them is? who them is?
that’s my squad, that’s my squad
true story, wyndham the new kingston
keep talking, yada-yada, same-same, but different
who you is?
who your mob?
who them is ?
that’s my squad, yeah
true story, wyndham the new kingston
keep talking, yada-yada, same-same, but different

[verse 2]
i’m a black activist, slight love of cannabis
mr. hypocritical, i’m the perfect candidate
menace to society, i’m expecting damages
undercover -n-lyst judging me like panelist
don’t know where this balance is, like, what the h-ll this balance is?
bought a bag and drinks, now i can’t afford a bag of chips
even thought of bagging sh-t, money in the mattresses
that’s that type of sh-t to turn these meatheads into cabbages
i guess it’s time that i lighten the mood
if i came with my crew, know we lighting a few
we about explode like i lighted a fuse
a fiend for sixteen, instrumental abuse
went from blues clues to being well-connected like bluetooth
views on life changed by views and likes on youtube
hatchbacks to hash tags, snapbacks to snapchat
swipe right if i like, double-tap, then tap that
when it’s crunch time i eat the pressure like lunch time
i’m unsigned, me, myself and i on the frontline
nocturnal with the hustle, close my eyes when the sun rise
i got the juice and all you b-tches is sun dried
zag to the zip, we smoking it quick
if there’s more then three homies, then we coming equipped
cut the bottle in half and put the piece on the lid
and when it’s lit, lift ad-lips, drop and repeat
[pre-chorus]
let ’em talk ’cause they ain’t never walked were you walk
in other words, they really care for you at all
really care for you at all

[chorus]
where you from? where you from?
who your mob? who your mob?
who them is? who them is?
that’s my squad, that’s my squad
true story, wyndham the new kingston
keep talking, yada-yada, same-same, but different
who you is?
who your mob?
who them is ?
that’s my squad, yeah
true story, wyndham the new kingston
keep talking, yada-yada, same-same, but different

- dallas woods

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