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letra de paraphernalia - deadcrow

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[verse 1: deadcrow]
i be the local standard for what not become
looked down upon like a father smoking weed with his son
that’s 5 years old, i speak a different tongue
the loneliness just overcomes then i succ-mb to sc-m
i walk around chewing gum with marc jacobs on for the sun
& my homies like, “300 for those!? n-gga that’s just dumb!”
n-gga that’s just funds, get it done & spend it dumb
stupid, i puff two spliffs & feel like i could reach the sun
therefore, these coppas just can’t reach me
till i come down & think back to when they was beneath me
i get high again, feeling untouchable
next day getting pull over, cops suddenly touching you
pots suddenly comfortable to just drop it
but then again, how the f-ck am i supposed to earn this profit
a 9-5 topic can’t top it, that’s out of topic
so these bags of weed is what i fill my pockets..
..with

[hook/bridge: deadcrow]
a good kid in a f-cked situation
rolling good piff by the ounce for meditation
& immigration wanna throw me out this nation
ain’t no time for hesitation, profits in rotation
below the middle cl-ss, i wrote this riddle fast
just so i could get to cl-ss & sell some of this gr-ss
to help my parents cash last & move on with our past
cause the past is, to be forgotten like b-st-rds
or criminals in caskets, this is how deep cas gets

[verse 2:deadcrow]
k-9’s smell the k lines & weed in the trunk
im tryna make it seem like i just ran over a skunk
“excuse me mister officer, i don’t often stir up the funk
but this is medical its not like im driving drunk”
its blunt trauma, after this blunt ima
reconsider my lifestyle & hug my mama
then go back on that strip with a zip of the piff
& go back to that fifth of the whisk & sip till i cliff
hang, dang its funny how sh-t changes
last week i was at my peak hitting gods ranges
& now im with park rangers, & dark strangers, in danger
first to go of the blackcrows, now my species endangered
truly wonder what its like in jail
im -ssuming its time consuming & somewhat like h-ll
oh well, i played the cards they dealt & utterly failed
time to face the consequences, no posting the bail

[hook/bridge: deadcrow]
a good kid in a f-cked situation
rolling good piff by the ounce for meditation
& immigration wanna throw me out this nation
ain’t no time for hesitation, profits in rotation
below the middle cl-ss, i wrote this riddle fast
just so i could get to cl-ss & sell some of this gr-ss
to help my parents cash last & move on with our past
cause the past is, to be forgotten like b-st-rds
or criminals in caskets, this is how deep cas gets

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