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letra de better (freestyle) - dj lucas

i’m like a biker riding thick leather (yep)
i don’t know why but the women’s boots just fits better
backwoods they just hit better

-what are you doing?
haha dj! dj! dj! what?

i’m like a biker riding thick leather (yep)
i don’t know why but the women’s boots just fits better
backwoods they just hit better (they do!)
and those cl-sses that i did i wish i did better
shouldn’t have got f’s but after d there ain’t no 5th letter
i still remember what she said on her fifth letter
i remember getting the mail it was in december
i think i’m going to be sad forever
sometimes i think that’d it be better if i never met her (i do!)
sometimes i fall asleep wake up dream we got back together (i do!)
why am i doing this by myself we should do this together
thinking it’d upset her if i pulled this thing back together
i rock a pearl at every show just like i’m eddie vedder

sometimes i wonder how the fiend feel
but then i remember that anything could happen to me still
i could be walking around greenfield
i could go so deep to the point they don’t know its me still
i don’t care about him if you talking to me
honestly you should just be real
go back and forth from the point
thankfully my family left des moines (they did!)
i don’t think they have a choice
i’m the next judge on the voice (i am! aye)
i get in touch with my boys the minute that i touch detroit
then i fell out of touch with my feelings (i did!)
and that’s right when i fell in the void (i did!)
and that’s just what i tired to avoid (dj!)
i walk down the street and see coins
our love was once like a sandcastle
somethings they just get destroyed (they do!)
i gotta stop smoking cigarettes to much cause there’s somethings you should not enjoy
i gotta stop smoking bleeps too much i’m getting way too paranoid

do i really look like i just give a f-ck
i break this bread up just like i was feeding ducks
i might have to rent a tux
sweating in the meeting, c-mmerbund, they breathing tough
i’m just gon’ use the bathroom
disappeared, i’m eating lunch (i’m outta here)
look in that ashtray all you see is blunts and b-tts
my boys too much
scr-pe table weed mix that with guts
i’m the king of the hill like mike judge
my boy the king of the pill he the plug
dj!

- dj lucas

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