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letra de new world order - fanobee

[intro]

a lot of people ask me, stupid f-ckin’ questions
a lot of people think, that i worship the devil, that i do all types of… r-t-rded sh-t
look, i can’t change the way i think and i can’t change the way i am
but if i offended you? good, cause i still don’t give a f-ck…

[verse]

i’ve been dreamin’ too much and sleepin’ much less
can’t sleep in, it’s the lead cause of death
so wake up now or forever regret
the day you didn’t, could of ruled the world as the best
rewind back to 2011 hair blonde, fighting with your daughter even pickin’ on your scared mom
when i was hot boxing the audi with the air on, and then them cops rolled on us so i flew off
hit the gas so fast, that my stash in the back, and your -ss flew too so i laughed
and a pat on the back’s what i got after that, cause the cops weren’t in sight like blind pigs, in fact
i took the exit and mapped it back to your crib, then we matched a sack and then we cracked a pack
after that, returned habitats, new world order, this the aftermath
people can change, but only for the worse, mention enemies, so it’s me on the verse
i’m mean with the verbs, so be clean when i curse? f-ck that, cause i mean what i hurt
bring my desert, cause i need at least 3 dimes. 1 counting money, rollin’ weed, and facetime
you just waste the beats you rap on, i’mma eat mine, so when i’m writing it’s feast time
you other rappers sound like simon says, copied flows, simps stuck inside your head
your lyrical content doesn’t mean sh-t if every song sounds the same, punchlines about a b-tch
stupid -ss sh-t that i always gotta deal with, when i’m rappin’ they get worried, did i k!ll it?
think i really give a sh-t if you don’t feel this? cause i’mma f-ck around and turn it to some real sh-t!
thought i told you that i never gave a f-ck, like a goody good girl, who’s afraid to give it up
who prolly got good grades, only d’s is her cups, said she’s never smoked before but she’s been a lil drunk
f-ck celibacy, b-tch i’mma f-ck tonight! every b-tch in the house party is white
with phat b-tts, all sl-ts, it’s a h-ll of a night, loose of grey goose, prolly drunk out our minds, i’m
driving down i5 in the nighttime, mixtape dropped, everybody seems to like mine
fan0bee’s dope, kinda sings, and got nice lines, but when the h-ll am i gon’ see him in his prime time?
i remember seeing that up on my timeline, i don’t really give a sh-t because your all mine
desperate attention, like miley cyrus all the time, you mother f-ckers should bow down to these rhymes
no, stop, pause, my flow is a locked jaw, like mike vick can’t touch dogs, keep getting these f-cked thoughts
bout k!llin’ these dumb f-cks, who think that they on top, be careful where you park, we prolly behind ya… uh
had to slow it down for you simple mind f-cks, who prolly too dumb, drunk, and high to keep up
brain cells fried from the high of the kush, would tell you to use your mind, but in time it’ll mush
this whole generations wasted, my faith is deteriorating and i’m sick of waiting
new world order is already in effect, and i’m next on the list… uh

[bridge]

open up ya third eye, yeah…
and keep on doing them drugs, because it opens ya mind
you know i’m high all the time, yeah…
you smell the booze on my breath, you hear the slur in my rhymes
open up ya third eye, yeah…
new world order’s in effect so be careful cause i’m
driving drunk all the time, yeah…
bombay in the car, on the p-ssenger side

been duckin’ ya’ll for 6 months, and now i’m back on the hunt
i gotta drop a new tape before they say my times done
i’m runnin’ round the city dissin’ everybody in it
callin’ out the phony fakes, cliche drakes, and shady b-tches
so don’t go chase the women it’s just a waste of time
the spotlight only last a minute, so just hope you catch its shine
and if you don’t, well sh-t that’s fine
i’m like mike tyson in his prime, i’ll bite your mothaf-ckin’ ear off when you go listen to mine, cause i’m…

[outro]

driving slowly down this road, i don’t recognize these streets, i’ve never been this way before
the way i’m coughin’ when i smoke, in the coffin here i go, and there’s watchmen round this globe
so be careful with your soul, they know
i’ve just been dreaming too much, and i’ve been sleeping way less
somebody wake me up now, before these demons possess
my f-ckin’ mind and my soul, i smoke to ease all the stress
i only see when i smoke, 3rd eye is open til death…

- fanobee

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