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letra de campfire - endstar

this that campfire music that your friends find amusing
b-tches be accusing me of abusing them
got 10 stories i can’t keep up it’s confusing
put this b-tch on while you cruising preferabbly in a six four
or them cars with the wing doors
with 4 wh0r-s life’s a b-tch but the world is yours
flows like mine are extinct like dinosaurs
buy out 5 louis v stores, and 50 tickets to a screening of star wars
looking for a new hope
talking crazy you need to look for a new scope
slanging dope in the back
with a pretty b-tch on the side
i’m going to take her home so you can’t get a ride
n-ggas compaining about not being on g*nius
they think their lyrics are complex
this is a no flex zone keep your phone in your pocket
imma walk it like i talk it call me drizzy
f-ck a 30 year old mom called lizzy
tell her kids we were busy at work
rob a bank but tip the clerk
merk these kids that lurk around my house to steal my network
make my mark on this rap world
the best emcee with no chains you ever heard
sing mcknight with the birds
heards of rappers i heard sound the same
even though i f-cked your sister you need to stay tame
can’t lie it was fishy like salmon
if i were a lesbo i’d dig it like ellen
giving you light in your darkness like helen
sh-tty music be selling, emo fourteen year olds be rebelling and misspelling to look hip
if i don’t got enough to cover the check i’m bout to dip
too much feelings to cover can’t take a sip need the whole bottle
hit the rock bottom but kids look at me like a role model
all my engines go full throttle
in my spare time i be kissing n-ggas and pulling triggas
i only speak facts, your finished sh-t are like my scr-ps

boutta drop a top; and i ain’t talking bout a rover
if you thinking that you colder than a little thottie shoulder; it is over
praying that my mom would get sober
back when we were living in our pink, white corolla
what am i sayin, i need another hit of doja
rappers actin consious like they third f-ckin molar
they wanna be buddy-buddy til yo wave movin slower
guess i’m keeping friends til my casket is lowered
oo, told that bih to come through quick
i got some fire d-ck like weezy lighter fl!ck
she came through sl!ck, and that -ss so thick
and she wonderin why i never call back and sh-t
f-ck, that wasn’t part of the plan
i was supposed to call you back, give you another hand
but anyways, back to the problem at hand
my mellow’s fallin off and it’s goin in the sand
like my heart when i saw my ex kissing a man
what the f-ck is up can’t keep my head up on land
i’m tryna be happy but these thoughts i can’t stand
i just need sit back and smoke up on another strand

my heart is my own drum
my ears are my percussion, and my tears are close to nothin
keep my fears hid in my closet, drawstring bags to hide my flaws in
never secure the bag though so it’s the same as if i lost it
my thoughts were legendary, never had a bad idea
til my family crashed a kia, three years post “the re-up”
wasn’t buying any albums with parental advisory stickers
spilled out on the table was some fiery liquor
and i didn’t even know what was right from wrong
michael jackson mtv playin the same old song
would sing along and nod my head to some music on occasion
always playin early mornings, afternoons, and late on stations
and i never understood it, but when i first heard rap
i coulda swore that somebody’d never act like that
i heard 50’s how to rob and was awestruck as sh-t
and “realest n-ggas” biggie smalls i love i must admit
brother started playin tyler and my father always faught it
said “this filth’ll rot your mind” but it was already rotten
to this day i’m bumpin goblin and get rich
and my dad won’t stay calm and collected

- endstar

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