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letra de rossi (remix) - defcee & boathouse

[verse 1: greensllime]
bourbon aged in barrels made of oak your favorite winter coat
stuffed with grey goose down feathers warning every weather sun to snow firewater flow when the double shot gets measured hearing in distilleries and breweries the brewmaster cool with me valley full of nappy headed hoes wine stained clothes
stepping on the grapes with her toes yingling kegs with the bros suffer consequence of riding dirty
liquid confidence slowly hurt me had to make some changes
had to step back a couple paces sh-t got bad
couldn’t risk falling out your good graces moonshine makeshift knew the right rednecks trail appalachian
made it in the mountains i can smell the sulfur in the school board of fountains
hit my jug of lead for the ounces
suede

[chorus:]
drinks of ostis, pumanti, sippin’ calabrasi
goin’ in on bottles of yellow tab with the posse
nights gettin’ foggy, the air is piling on me
waiting for the day i look back on a fine dream
i’m gonna find me

[verse 2:defcee]
i’ve been grown for a minute now, in the literal sense
sixty seconds before this was written down
limelight sensitivity when knowing as i fl!ck my wrist with the filigree glittering in the symmetry
devils in the building sweeping minutes under couches
closed sessions, hologram presenting the announcement
will we kick a special set for the heads of accounting?
nope, cause we’re raining blood and records on their houses rock id layers like they was sheik chains
before they burned deceased names in the weed strains
was it all so simple as we wanted to believe?
suffered losses since our teens, peter parker as fatigue in my dreams, please
don’t threaten me with a good time walked the bases loaded, checked the dugout for the hook sign
bullpens empty, saved the wind, tipped my cap quick
home crowd roared even louder than out of magic
[verse 3: aj suede]
remixed def and arm & hammer, that’s nothin’ new
chickens twerkin’ in the kitchen like uncle luke
you wouldn’t hurt a feather, i put two through your bubble goose hollows, they humble you
take the rumble out my stomach, throw it in the sky it became thunder
let it rain into your eyes you was blind forever, never saw the truth
stumbled to the liquor store on a memory down the block with love, it’s the enemy
i got homies in the wind posted at the corner store, apothecary same guns the cops’ll carry e &j mixed with pain, mixed with nothin’
i’m hittin’ stains, wash my bl–dy hands in the gutter
thank god for the rain, the champagne hit my stomach
vomitin’ sh-lls, you just a snake without a scale
soul weigh about.9, you 20 grams short
penny for your thoughts, the pavement owe you a dime

- defcee boathouse

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