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letra de kick the tree - daniel son & wino willy

[intro]
kick the tree
take your bag and leave my house
out of here, you don’t want tree
you want to break my leg?
your breath, remember?

[verse 1: daniel son]
death waits for no man, get with the program
tryna see my soul fly high as a soul can
ends where them shots gettin’ kicked like a old can (on the alley)
bro call the roll with some heat, that’s my roadman
rather be foldin’, not scrambled, not for the stop
rather be shark-fishin’ right off of the ocean dock
courtside, bolt cutters poppin’ off a boat that’s locked (courtside)
buckies sell they soul for a piеce, i fill that broken ride
runnin’ with thе shifty eyes, beamer 850i
gone in sixty seconds, ain’t fifty-four, ain’t fifty-five
circle right back, they fifty-eight, they fifty-nine
shorty on that type of time, sniff a line, sippin’ wine (shorty)
more life to the smoker givers (voila)
northside, kept the stove hot for the cold winters (northside)
smell death in the air, that make your soul shiver
big dog hunt again, hard to see how the roles switch up

[chorus: daniel son & raz fresco]
tryna hop on a plane, get lost in the sky (in the sky)
i payed the price, what’s the cost? i supply (how much?)
cooked a hundred nights so my pockets could shine (chef up)
never roll without it, can’t get caught in these times
i rather hop on a plane, get lost in the sky (get lost in the sky)
i payed the price, what’s the cost? i supply (what you talk?)
cook a hundred nights so my pockets could shine (chef up)
never roll without it, can’t get caught in these times (uh)
[verse 2: raz fresco]
rather run in mary jane, get lost in my mind (uh)
why talk to the sky? just spark and get high
caught up in a net, in jail with porzellan knives
’cause the devil on the internet marketin’ crime
portions consigned, the number of those enrolled in courses decline
remorseless for mine, i will torch you with life
you forced to design, i’m on that morpheus time
it’s just the roll of the dice
why is you rollin’ with mice?
my temporary wife so bad i hit it with the lights on for the sight (see that?)
i’m like “lights off”, clean off-white on
train young n-ggas like qui-gon
i guard, don’t be alarmed at the firearms, lord, listen
i need more kitchens
action bronson, grams fat, white fiends like “f-ck, that’s delicous” (mm)
it’s life or death, i rub my head, it granted me wishes (yippie)

[chorus: daniel son]
tryna hop on a plane, get lost in the sky (in the sky)
i payed the price, what’s the cost? i supply (how much?)
cooked a hundred nights so my pockets could shine (chef up)
never roll without it, can’t get caught in these times
i rather hop on a plane, get lost in the sky (get lost in the sky)
i payed the price, what’s the cost? i supply (what you talk?)
cook a hundred nights so my pockets could shine (chef up)
never roll without it, can’t get caught in these times (oh, lord!)

- daniel son wino willy

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