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letra de deluxe cassette (diamonds) - fckedupgeek

[chorus: nother problem]
sitting back relaxed
with a pack
laying back with a pack
smoke twenty
diamond pack
honey wax or sap
sitting back relaxed
with a pack
laying back with a pack
smoke twenty
diamond pack
honey wax or sap
sitting back relaxed
with a pack
laying back with a pack
smoke twenty
diamond pack
honey wax or sap
sitting back relaxed
with a pack
laying back with a pack
smoke twenty
diamond pack
honey wax or sap
[verse i: lil powder]
eighty six to the f-cking grave
you don’t know me but b-tch make way
i got lotta bands throw em in your face
spitting on the track that’s any day
talking all that sh-t boy
but you ain’t about it
i’m smoking i’m smoking
more and more ounces
count my money
just cause i wanna count it
shining like a diamond
but never been founded
if i f-ck with you then you can hit the joint
finish up the story and get to the point
they say “k!ll yoursеlf and get left in the void”
b-tch i’vе been dead ever since a young boy
yuh
what the f-ck
my mind my mind is f-cked
get stuck in this hole i dug

[chorus: nother problem]
sitting back relaxed
with a pack
laying back with a pack
smoke twenty
diamond pack
honey wax or sap
sitting back relaxed
with a pack
laying back with a pack
smoke twenty
diamond pack
honey wax or sap
sitting back relaxed
with a pack
laying back with a pack
smoke twenty
diamond pack
honey wax or sap
sitting back relaxed
with a pack
laying back with a pack
smoke twenty
diamond pack
honey wax or sap
[verse ii: bouquet of razor blades]
yea i still miss them days
way back from before we met
but never again
i’ll have to find my way back to where i left off from before
cut my stomach open and let my organs flop on the floor
my soul is something that you cannot afford
watch me turn into a corpse
please come back to the shore
i don’t think i’m sure anymore
and i’m getting real bored
make a beat or a chord
dead with a back stabbed with a sword
i thought i was sure
they would find the cure
to make me not sound like such a sore
like such a chore
guess i couldn’t afford it
i’m the definition of someone who should’ve been aborted
slow as a tortoise
brain’s distorted
find my body hanging from a rope in the forest
aye

- fckedupgeek

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