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letra de never cry wolf - flow season

[verse 1: fleeze]
back to the place
that i hid as a kid
when i wanna get away
from the sh-t that i did
it’s a sad, sad story
but it’s my d-mn fault
always bought my own bullsh-t
oh mama don’t leave me
tell me now if you see me
falling to the feet of the gods i shamed
for being so deceiving
we all come back in the end
crying when we’re near our deaths
and we lost every friend we made back when
we still had several breaths
well, woof woof
it’s the big bad wolf
all the pigs shiver
when they see his teeth
hide in the house of the sticks
and the louts
to protect the powers that be
as long as i got one f-cking breath
i’ll spit in the face of the so called free
give away all i got left
to pay the god d-mn fee
and it’s a fee, i mean
to live in the country of the free
the home of the brave
where every d-mn day
the gods are never impeached
and god sits on his throne of gold
he never raised a hand to build
but you’d never guess that
from the pat on the back
from the people who raised the fields
i admit no, i don’t know sh-t
i have no answers for all of you
i have a slack jaw and a slow -ss wit
i can offer no one proof
the question is just who is you
that we should follow your steps
you’re just a random c-nt
who thinks everyone else is a d-ck

[hook]
never cry wolf
never, never cry wolf
never cry wolf
you the chump from the story

[verse 2: wack]
boo
who gonna act hard
when they see wack
run track with a nascar?
and see fleeze spit heat on a beat
when his atp go fast as his raps are
good lord
now they’re bringing the gore
it’s emcees from the c to the 4
dub v with the dumb f-ck dunk team
half court sort
rap more? ask an eagle to soar
rip mics, i’m the sick type
sit tight if you dumb enough
to bring a gun to a fist fight
draw sword and you
meet lord more quick
bag tag, nut shot
leave with a sore d-ck
more ripped than a poor kid’s foreskin
when the dad’s p-ssed
‘cause the doc botched your bris
sordid like i’m sourcing a portion
of ocean to roasting
anointed with four rigs
oh, low brow shock value
ill-equipped kids
run amok with the foul truth
how cute, gut stuffed
with your wound youth
fake through days
with that front that you’re bound to
sound off, ego slaps
so sad, go mad lad
you’re no god with your gonads
loathe fads like scabs in a goat’s -ss
goals had fast, scope’s half of the goat cl-ss
fools spit like they can’t be beat
but i snuff their weak heat
when i’m stamping cleats
i backhand the beat
i’m not man, i’m beast, bruh
nnly thing you beating on a beat
is your meat, bruh
you busting out the jergen’s i bet
wolf man busting out my shirt when i flex
it’s the wolf’s town
sheep people sleep in a cold sweat
you’re big bad, get sad
when you get soul checked

[hook]
never cry wolf
never, never cry wolf
never cry wolf
you the chump from the story

- flow season

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