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letra de if a body meets a body - eric armitage

[intro]
happy? i’m not familiar with this foreign word
good vibes? so obscure – welcome to my overture

[verse 1]
praise god, but i just think of raps when i go to church
letters of paul? you better call him saul like bob odenkirk
old school – a good old boy with a new message
money trees wilt – i’m here to teach a few lessons
life’s a true blessing if i can make it through depression
they can’t tell if i’m just jokin’, i love keeping you guessin’, well
i used to drive drunk with all my friends
back in high school and that was dumb as f-ck even then
but i’m off that now – you out of touch, where you been
lord forgive me for my sins – knock, knock – let me in
you at heaven’s gates? – i’m chillin’, ah
never been the villain, ah
never will i ever, though
sell my soul for millions, ah
i don’t need no black ferrari
i am not no carbon copy
i just speak so silky smooth
and all your sh-t be choppy choppy
god sent me to wake you up
this sh-t’s sponsored by utica coffee
tell the truth, i’m doing my laundry
tell some lies and you’ll be sorry
half of ya’ll ain’t heard me yet
i carry my cross with perfect steps
put ya’ll on my back
and never once have popped no percocet
eric at your service, baby – what you know ‘bout eric, though
compare me to your favorite rapper blaring through your stereo
from lax to nyc – jerusalem to jericho
here to lift your spirits even though my spirits very low
uh-huh, i drive to walcott street bumpin’ no apologies
my mazda3, it’s got a dented door behind the driver seat
this life has got no rhyme or reason, spit it dope and follow jesus
wonder if the world could give a f-ck about what i believe in
[hook 1]
don’t cry, my love, you can put that on me
i would gladly take a knee to get you back on your feet
it’s the sacrifice you make for the people you meet
right place at the right time, i just happened to be
i wake up and get it poppin’, baby, f-ck with the kid
rappin’ since the seventh grade, did you see what i did
maybe it’s about time that i’m calling it quits
well if it is, just know i gave my all for this sh-t

[bridge]
if i die, i’m comin’ back from the grave, so don’t forget it
when my spirit hits you like a brick in your honda civic
all those nights you felt alive and missed my call when i didn’t
well i’m good now – some people say that rest is for the wicked
i’ve been up each night till 3am, 100 rounds like pkm
for every weekend spent tryin’ to find someone to be my friend
but here i am, and if you think my album sounds too bleak or grim
i’ll tip my hat to she or him, and say until we meet again

[verse 2]
i’m not the kinda guy to put your daughter in his coupe
i’m the kinda guy who puts water in his soup
this that west coast dappin’ up new yorkers on their stoop
sh-t is crazy – i learned it all from dr. dre and snoop
this an emergency, i hope somebody be runnin’ to call the cops
been pullin’ out all the stops and f-ckin’ you up so much, your jaw will drop
i’m awfully hot like coffee pots, these artists love to talk a lot
back on my rap sh-t, this ain’t no hippity-hop at the barber shop
social media twisted the culture in the game now
detroit sounds like la – la sound like a-town
but me? i’m just a mix of all the greats i’m tryna make proud
if you don’t understand, i guess that’s something that i should break down
see i could do it like kendrick, each sentence or f-ck it, i mention
j. cole like i haven’t been up the whole night under those lights
or maybe shady, draggin’ you back to my last apartment
when they’re renovatin’ and wrappin’ your ass in half the carpet
haha
[sample]
too, too morbid

[hook x2]
if a body meets a body – i just body the beat
k!llin’ everything in sight – let me rock you to sleep
life’s a f-ckin’ nightmare while i follow my dreams
someone, please, tell me if this sh-t is how it should be
if a body meets a body – i just body the beat
curtains up, c-cksucker – go and find you a seat
i don’t got nothing to lose – you got something for me
if a body meets a body – i just
f-ck it

[sample]
the morbid the merrier

[outro]
i said my father won’t support my shi
my mother won’t support my sh-t
two brothers who won’t either, but f-ck it, man, i’m over it
cuz growing up with rap, it felt like i was at an orphanage
with nothing but some beats and a microphone to go record my sh-t
sorry, guys, if you don’t understand the spirit of rap music
or is it because it’s black music? anything else, i can’t do it
turn off that rap music? f-ck that, i’ll f-ckin’ act stupid
and rhyme ‘bout how i feel if it helps me to get my ass through it

- eric armitage

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