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letra de where is eklavya? (freestyle) - eklavya kaushal

yeah, the phone’s off, i broke that sh-t in two
mid summer, but i’m trapped in winter blues
ain’t no pressing, i can’t do no interviews
heard that boy only talks, when it’s in an interlude

on my p’s and q’s
just to make a word play
crossing too many t’s (teas) you’d think that
church is like my workplace
dotting i’s (eyes) with her just for fun
now she wants to get to third-base
if i hit it, then i gotta make a home-run
this is purely for the surveys

i’m in my garfield
so she slipping off my plans
you catch me on the web
but he ju’ on the ‘gram
bought a glass table
just to blow like 30 grams
f-ck being boy band
when i can talk in bands

6 times that i dated
5 of them were hoes
5pm i’m jaded
only been awake since 4
4 aces, i played it
shooting threes on-off the court
3 pills, i take it
2 red, 1 blue, ashley cole
high prices for instrumental piece
i was spending with my mental peace
i visit h-ll like every fall
still looking for a centerpiece
if you breathing you my enemy
got psychopathic tendencies
broadcasting all these 808s
from cleveland to down tennessee
they countering ’em melodies
you can’t be standing next to me
i dm you the recipe
still burn it, out of jealousy
the only thing that’s friend to me
is weed, ecstasy, hennessy
shower myself with some acid
man, i really f-ck with chemistry

[part ii]

she said liquor and cocaine don’t go together, so i should take nothing
she knows that neither does she and loyalty but i don’t say nothing
they keep telling me, they got bars, heard they music, didn’t gain nothing
hungry for the competition, in the booth again, done ate nothing

friday morning, it’s another drop in
i’m smoking up laying in a coffin
told ’em stop, but b-tches still talking
i’m in love with houston, dallas, austin
mr. white all up in my pocket
and you know, he does all the knocking
i don’t need to step in a public gym
just to flex out all her options
live in the studio, i sleep on the couch
i live in h-ll, you can’t come to my house
made an album with my laptop’s cursor pad
f-ck that rat sh-t, man i don’t need a mouse
run in reverse, now you running your mouth
tellin’ b-tches we tight for some clout
but you ain’t ever seen where i sleep
so honestly f-ck is you talking about?

you ain’t a keeper, no wonder why you leak goals
i ain’t james harden, i’m clutch, keep yo’ free throws
too many xs in my life, i’m typing up cheat codes
you can see the devil in my eyes when i breathe smoke

- eklavya kaushal

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