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letra de onnist - devon culbert

[produced by omito]

[verse 1: devon culbert]
staring at the ceiling, a perfect composition
may this blunt filled with my feelings be my only compet-tion
broke men make poor decisions, but the wisest die alone
while they sittin’ on they throne with a crown full of them th-rns
or maybe it was gold with a chalice of patron
while they losin’ all control i just roll and then let go
bring it back before a show and then lose it by the weekend
depression sinkin’, i just throw up and start tweakin’
off of that limelight, my memories in hindsight
my star ain’t really shine bright so i ain’t really alright
all night, i’m like hand me a shot of jäger
couple missed calls but i say i’ll hit ‘em later
but i never did, no one’s ever been this lost
i got the information but really what was the cost?
drunk off my -ss, grippin’ the flask, i p-ss out
aces and jacks, gamblin’ stack i’mma man now

[interlude: sample]

[verse 2: malcolm “chop” smalls]
so hurt but the days go on, i hate how faith goes wrong
gotta work ’til you break your bones, sh-t gotta pay these loans
feelin’ like take these phones, these things don’t make me grown
will somebody play these songs, everyday i pray we on, i know, i know…
tryna make em understand be a fan of the flow
get so deep but i’m standing alone, burn these discs tryna brand on the low
sh-t get jammed every chance i’mma blow, should i plan being dope, tap dance for the dough?
why live life doin’ things that you loath, my uncle mike got cancer in his throat
before everything’s pitch black, i’ma make this last and i meant that
rip tracks, only lax for a kickback, make em hit ’til ya brain get whiplash
waited so long shouldn’t of did that, now i’m on the straight path no zig-zags
anytime i lose i’mma get back, think big let the small talkers chit chat
gimme somethin’ i could call my own, this is all i’ve known
i’m rebellin’ all this if there’s levels to this sh-t, throw a fist, in the gist, i’m solange
got a gift, so i rap it, thank god for the p-ssion, from the floor that i used as a mattress
to the top, no attic, but i got’s to have it

[interlude/outro: sample]

- devon culbert

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