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letra de ecstasy dreams, pt. 1 - empathy (australia)

[intro: infomercial]
when cocaine enters the body, it has a strong effect on body functions by acting as an imp on the brain
cocaine causes unusual, and often unpredictable feelings and actions

[intro: empathy]
take ’em way back
summer 2019
8-ball of that crystal rock
ecstasy dreams, empathy

[verse 1]
8-ball of that crystal rock
turn on ones i thought i could trust
eight of us done grown up rough
eight pills that we quick to bust
talk tough but no pistol tuck
back streets where them k!llers run
out here you don’t try your luck
life a b-tch and that ratchet sl-t
take from you what you thought you got
past opps that i’m shakin’ off
that’s why i walk with my day one bruvs
one call and they pay up front
times were awful, i wrote a chorus
the type of stories you can’t make up
not for glory or just the funds
papa taught me to leave my mark
[interlude 1]
that was just the first verse, yeah
nah it’s just the intro, f-ck it
i’ll go harder for the second one, wait, hol’ up
keep it goin’

[verse 2]
we don’t back forth, we no piston
listen, bruvs snort off them dishes
run forth with ambition
i can’t get caught when i’m slippin’, ugh
b-tch called and i missed it
sh-t was normal, i miss it
my peak fallin’, i take more and
don’t try talk, it my business
b-tches
kid raised up in them crackhouse units
where they spark up rock and they fly right through it
i never moved drugs, i just like my boof hits
break it up and roll the flower, no tulips (nah!)
this that sh-t that you can’t f-ck with
you smoke mids, puff a plus sh-t
my b-tch all 10s like k-dot’s sh-t
your chick press send, i block that sh-t
i’m gone, brudda so long
what, you wanna grip the mic in my palm?
but nah, you ain’t sh-t won’t hop on my song
this is all a test, correct if i’m wrong
but i’ll never get checked, made chips with my tongue
b-tch, real friends don’t speak on my funds
guess there’s no friends that i can still trust
we were all so quick to grow up, f-ck
[bridge]
we were all so quick to grow up, right lads?
f-ck

[verse 3]
but nowadays, i keep my chain tuck
’cause you never know when a lame stop
and they run up on you for the pay cut
still paranoid the days ain’t done, argh!

[interlude 2]
f-ck it imma i go one more
yeah yeah, nah this is the last verse

[verse 4]
grindin’ so i get a colder wrist
with a foreign whip, like it’s budapest
i been hungry, you just full of sh-t
when feds coming, then my bruddas split
paralysis, you can’t f-ck with this
you just wheel around with a ratchet b-tch
ford falcon, spit classic sh-t
and it’s f-ck malcolm, no middle men
sayin’ calm down like it’s ritalin
lookin’ bitter, man, your chick give me sugar
bars intricate, you just wish you coulda
spit the sh-t to make your wrist drip
’cause your fit look sh-t like a size over
rhymes colder ’cause of dark nights
saw my girl told her imma take flight
dyin’ sober just ain’t right
[outro]
dyin’ sober just ain’t right
never been the one that’s gon’ take lives
but i’m feelin’ like this just ain’t mine
i’m feelin’ like this just ain’t mine
i’m feelin’ like this sh-t, ain’t mine

- empathy australia

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