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letra de song 50,000 - five to two and jarjarjr

i knew what it was when i first felt the bass hit
laid back on the hats and felt the snare like a face lift

been programmed to stare and made pr-ne to stay stiff
need shoguns (show guns) to spare when we embark upon a phase shift

digits dance along the keys with consubstantiated stanzas
held for ransom by the beat

i’m 50,000 lines deep, the wheels keep spinning
howlin’ like a sine sweep with no din plug pin in
this is what it sounds like when a soul cries
no ties, i cut loose the bow-ties and tough suits
friend or foe, just make sure you size ‘еm up true
it’s cold nights on both sides, when both try to snuff you

this is what it sounds likе when a soul dies
i got to go, been swallowed whole. i’m bout to nose dive
into nothing-ness. that’s one for the bucket list
so stand up on the green make sure you swung for the roughages

this is what it sound like when a soul flies
yeah, from the go i’ve seen the goal. it’s been to go live
enough with the sluggishness, i’ll f-ck with the toughest
shoot a beam at you, and throw the book at your publicist

this is what it sound like when a soul flies
straight out the dome, head for home been gone the whole night
this is what it sound like when a soul flies
it’s what it sounds like when a soul flies

so with the clouds at my side, face gently dusted with snow
i collide with the sky, you pay pennies just for the show
when i’m high, then i’m high
when i’m low, then it shows
but you know the strains, when it rains then it…
pours
a fragile thing that self esteem of yours
and when it pours…
a fragile thing that self esteem of yours

my self esteem bounce back and forth, north to south pole
round the moon and back, it’s got my lungs black and heart broken
i’m done joking with the young guys, a lush bloom
but too much room (mushroom) in the gaf for fun guy (fungi)

so let me catch a couple pintys with my old flame
forgot to set the latch, i struck a match and lit the propane
now i’m going ninety in the slow lane, ashing on you slow learners
with spit splashing from a mouth full of gold gurners

the patrons of the art and gatekeepers keep playing with me
it ain’t too hard to clip divas
card we take visa
either that or paypal, and i’m kicking back with a glass of straight chivas

i don’t mean to sound rude or pig-headed but
i don’t got time and we don’t do credit so
i won’t be taken for a ride like the town bike
and i don’t need to hear what you got to say, unless it sound like…
three hundred bone for the beat
cause when the going get steep i’m inclined to get steeper
i lock scythes (sights) with the reaper
and take my time with the wine, that remind me why the heineken cheaper

i keep the kin close til they rate us
so take notes when i say this
i take blows like a s-d-st
you burn the wheels off the spoke trying to chase us
jaysis

- five to two and jarjarjr

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