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letra de †rill . e v e r y t h i n g . - def sound

verse 1:
i don’t write 2 change your life
but if i do f-ck it swag
i don’t even like that line
f-ck it
laugh
hahaha

innovative author
flyer than a saucer
chip on my shoulder just some salsa
my mind is a rubix cube
you’re sounding like an interlude
you trying 2 get an interview
i’m trying 2 get an inner view

its going down elevator
i’m going up elevator
same sh-t different diapers though
brain storming but but my windshield wipers broke

fruit don’t fall 2 far from thee apple store
when life gives you lemons f-ck it make apple sauce
stir it up laught it off
priceless the tag cut off
trillwave baby you ready 4 that cannon ball?
splash

hook:

plaid everywhere
trill everything
splashing w/ mermaids
exotic things
babysitting baby leopards
talking models with shaved heads
exotic things
excuse me
what?

verse ii :

lil def i make righteous b-tches get low
i do what it do
then i do what it don’t
spit it dope
fake as f-ck
silicone
feel them though
raw as f-ck
minerals
cold as f-ck
winter coat

rhyme slayer
divide the cheese up with no grater
velveeta
straight fever
levitating through the streets of
sh-t i don’t know where i am
sippin sangria
yep

f-ck a topic i’m a profit and a predicate
f-ck who’s on now
time i’m ahead of it
spit the sh-t they don’t get
they gotta light kettles with
so deep
speech level is
sea level b-tch

meditating on a scroll
tweeting h-lla fast
but they minds moving slow
my minds topless where thee roof go?
pen’s photography is oceanography cousteau
thee wittest insidious
savant and thee idiot
i’m not a person i’m an idea thats limitless

world tour with j-davey the fam
this beat’s blt i swear that its h.a.m
2 dope for 2 dope boys
k!ll em had no choice
spit thee truth till i have no voice
they whole aura is moist
flip a style like a coin
ago had 2 take off my f-nny pack 4 this one

comm used 2 love her now she doing p-rno’s
delivery already home baby this digiorno
swear that you ballin you ain’t even on thee court though
my mind is a portal
nah i ain’t weird maybe you’re just normal

i don’t write 2 change your life
but if i do f-ck it swag

hook

verse iii:
randomly writing thee coldest rap’s bored as f-ck
waiting on a tow truck sitting, in a colda sack
midas touch petting a golden cat
you hold thee map deciphering my english then you notice math
and my next sh-t, finna be the next sh-t
lifes ain’t a b-tch she’s naked waiting 4 me @ thee crib
meant it if i said it
left my ego @ the exit
my heart where a jet is
my head is where the square root of red is
even if i told you, you probably wouldn’t get it
idea’s on infinite
n-gga i’m instrument
sipping chai tea
eating a bannana nutriment
plaid everywhere
trill everythinnggggg

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