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letra de small town ii - eddie canyon

[verse 1: eddie canyon]
(yee!)
boy i was raised in a small town
nothin’ to do but drive around
go to church and eat mexican food
it’s a slow life, how does that sound?
hope you like hangin’ out on that porch or in that deer stand (hey look, there’s a buck!)
it’s a dry county so i gotta drive 30 minutes to get a beer can, man (hey, you want me to get you somethin’?)
i ain’t sayin’ i’m a bad boy; i just wanna skate through the city
’round here they mean (skrrt) pickin’ a banjo when they mention a ‘diddy’
daddy gone puff a little, 2 cups a little
drinking hennessy i threw up a little (hero shot!)
it’s a small town, i don’t hunt but i get buck a little (chck-chck pow!)
how you gonna be in the club, when you ain’t got a club? (huh?)
all it is is college football (thе hogs suck), deer, fishing, and bible stuff
i mean darn
can we gеt a little culture? can we get a little color ’round here? (color!)
am i too sharp for my own good, or is it too dull around here? (huh?)
man, i’m finna lose my mind
i’m a wolf, i ain’t tryna be no lil bo peep
yeah, i know i was raised different momma, but i’m bored now, i’m gunna smoke weed (-coughs- that’s loud)
turn up a notch, and then “whoop” pop some mitosin
i’m trippy mane (trippy, trippy), my eyes are low but my eyes are open

[bridge: narrator]
and here our hero finds himself
in a world of ordinary
in a world of mediocrity
a world of safety
[verse 2: eddie canyon]
knowin’ my backstory context
probably coulda been raised in them projects
daddy was a rough rider
momma when i looked at her note i seen something wish i ain’t saw that
three years old it’s a closed adoption
that vs. abortion, a n0ble option
gave ya boi up to be raised by strangers
save me from your life, i don’t blame you
i coulda been sniffin’ or whippin’ blow
baking soda, water, yeah you know how it go
i coulda been up in these streets for real
living deal to deal, kilo to kilo
ride with the choppa got the heat on lock
hit like a subwoofer beat on blocks
all the females see me they flock
bad man, bad leroy brown, king kong
i coulda been a bad man, but god he interviened
still somehow i found myself sippin’ promethazine
still somehow i found myself smokin’ marry j
the universal wave function feedback every day
ooh, ah, look at me now, yeah you find that which you seek
probably burn a blunt for every branch up on my tree
thankfully, jesus image changin’ me
he can heal you too, bruh we sick with the same disease

- eddie canyon

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