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letra de vhsqualityliving - dreadtriplesix

[chorus]
i got my wallet, blade and phone
i got that knowledge, you ain’t know, b-tch
pocket full of change and i’m walkin’ all alone
i got my wallet, blade and phone
i got that knowledge, you ain’t know
i got that pocket change ringin’ and i’m ridin ’ solo

[verse]
walkin’ down the road, hair down past the shoulder, looking like the grudge if you see me at a show
if you need me let me know, you can always h-t my phone. man i never leave without it when i step out of my home

never lack a blade, always got it on my waist. if i’m b-mpin’ grunge music you can see me in my zone
you can hear that layne staley when i sing them high notes
you will never see me tokin’ you will never catch me smokin’ man
if doin’ drugs is livin’ i’m tryna die like the ghosts
i disappear into some smoke- you can’t go where i go
i dwell in the snow covered forests with the wolves and trolls. keep it low, don’t want n-body else to know, i’m on a roll

[pre-hook] (x2)
got it locked down colder than the northern states, call me norman bates when i’m on the case, b-tch. if you talking trash you can meet that blade

[verse2]

my blade flickin’ smooth
my phone ringin’ too
i got a couple b-tches tryna hit me up it’s true
livin’ my life like it’s 1992
if you need to hit my line, i’ll be waitin’ on you

i don’t need a d-mn facebook, i just need my d-mn pager, i don’t even watch the news i just read the d-mn paper
got a garden of sound up in my c-ssette player. if you ever met me, you know i b-mp slayer

i rock that bon jovi like i’m livin’ on a prayer. no shirt, no shoes and i’m totin’ that razor
polaroids in my hand
call me edward land
instant print a picture i don’t need a snapchat

yeah she call me mister, say i’m a super nice man and
you could send a letter if you need to write back
i’m gon’ leave it like that. while you flex a snapback, i’ma grab a knapsack, pack up all of my essentials and head out through the back
man i’m pickin’ up slack, where you know that you can’t cause i got it like that man
i will off that man, only if that man, got the f-ckin’ nerve to be all up in my path man.. yuh

- dreadtriplesix

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