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letra de crown - frank leone & hanni el hatib

[intro]
i told you

[verse 1]
like meek, i’m outside, fly, puffin’ a stick
then inside, cryin’, huggin’ my b-tch
a bit different, huh?
starry-eyed at the glint on your wrist
but it’s the stint they slipped in after i slapped that sh-t (f-ck outta here)
yeah, that’s a warnin’, dawg (shh)
you ain’t ever looked up when it’s pourin’, dawg (shh)
me, i ain’t never looked tough when i’m mournin’
‘cause i let the pain pour and i’m the clay and the mortar
of the bricks they made stories of

[verse 2]
flows like it’s four of us
dropped “4 the sport,” got picked up by the warriors
still haven’t missed, might have steph, have him benched
three’s a cinch, need like six like edm, need a synth, right?
makin’ sh-t that the kids, chicks, and men like (yeah)
demonstrate how i live life
we been straight, they be here, but they in line
fat rails, thin lines, skate on her, i’m inclined

[chorus]
the mind is a scary place, and it will not slow down
i’m not defined by you anyways, i wear my own crown
but it’s all love, it’s all love, it’s all love, it’s all love
sh-t, you must of had me confused

[verse 3]
i got to clammin’ up, yeah
blood clots in my stamina (ayy), yeah
my kind f-cked the planet up (huh), so
buck shots to your mans
west coast got a lot of gold
but cold, got a harder grip
then doors start to open up
and hoes get to lockin’ lips

[verse 4]
he talkin’ sh-t, but you know that’s only part of it
i’m on this hunt, hunt, prayers up to artemis
i’m on this one year turn around like coach carter did
mike art got a rocky type arc, isn’t it?
crave case with the sh-ts
facts i would keep a brave face when i spit if it wasn’t this
‘cause i’m sick like his kid wasn’t his, but his friends
but the kid’s still with his, past the end of his ends
’til the end of this earth, past the he-rs-, to the dirt, word

[verse 5]
yeah, pain not what the good lose
yeah, came up on some good news
yeah, do bad sh-t in good moods
rather f-ck it up, then hesitate with what i should do
yeah, pain not what the good lose
yeah, came up on some good news
yeah, brain knockin’ my foot loose
good move, somewhere overseas where they cook moose
the mind is a scary place
books bruised up from the bucks that i cooked through
took too long with my songs, says you, but
you ain’t knew, yeah
i got raw as sh-t, came back so cold i could probably fit
all this on a page, call it parliament
await the kids, they gon’ make it law and lit
and never take a paycut, frank don’t want the walls, b-tch
it’s no love
if you ain’t got the goal, then you gots to go
got a rolls, but ain’t got a role, so he gotta roll
prodigal ain’t no problem for my muhf-ckin’ goals
suck it slow, unless you lettin’ go, then just do it

- frank leone hanni el hatib

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