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letra de basics for breakfast - eriel indigo

i don’t like to talk about a lot ‘a sh-t
my goals high as the tallest mountains
my mind, she don’t wanna quit

i’ma climb up to the hall of fame,
countin’ dollars on some baller sh-t
free solo to the top and take your grammies like i’ma rob a b-tch
white collar sh-t
scream yolo but i think every life’s another quick
change on the stage of fate to reincarnate on the opposite
ride from whence we came, flip side of another’s shame
we play the game the same way but
with a different name, skin and etiquette
benefits, deficits and prejudice of
who we might have seen as our arch nemisis
with a bit more karma hitchhiked from our
last life to the backside of our mastermind
too bad we blind,
our third eye too calcified by fluoride to remember sh-t

okay yes, i will admit
i do like to talk a little bit
i bet you wish women were quiet
but listen, i could give a f-ck, i been through some sh-t
i’ve had one too many lessons that life’s a b-tch
get the f-ck off of my case, out of my face
i’m livin’ my best life, playin’ my aces

face it, i eat basics for breafast and bad b-tches for brunch
i’m on some next sh-t
i’m that lana had a daughter with
madonna and a tribe called quest b-tch
oh my god, oh my god
oh my ga-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-od
oh my god, oh my god
oh my ga-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-od

don’t need no bodyguards at my back
f-ck that, man, just pack some camouflage
don’t want no diamonds on my neck, i’d rather have an entourage
no money in the bank ’cause my soul is rolled in gold and my
spirit is older than the rhymes they wrote on ancient scrolls
don’t need no vacay out in boca, i need kundalini yoga
we need trump impeached and need that b-tch to smoke some dmt
i’d take my showers in platinum powder if i hadn’t blown
all my loot on my first album, magnums, ketamine & valium, sh-t
i’d try to steal beyoncé right up out from under jay-z
turn her bi, see so my team could slay and make her my fiancé
pray at her p-ssy like it’s the entrance to eden,
and she can tip that big black hat while i’m eatin’ my way to heaven
i’d tour the world high as u.s.
debt on a private jet, makin’ groupies wet with no regrets
blazin’, placin’ young money bets
makin’ republicans run from me when i run for president
but face it, man, i don’t rake it in like a feminine eminem… yet

ooh, somebody come and stop me now
i’m breakin’ down the barriers of sound like a tsunami now
ooh, how many times can i say loud?
i’m waitin’ for my chariot and gown
bow down
give me my crown

- eriel indigo

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