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letra de jet lag - frequency time space

hook
she said boy you still broke as f-ck
hol up
nah now the boy is the f-ckin man b-tch
hol’ up
all this chit chat and yakkin man i pack bombs like i was from the taliban
(yooo what the f-ck did you say?)

quest verse:
oops oh nothing
i watch all these opps
and look how they fronting
im front row at a shootout man you ducking
when it’s time to pay the price man you tucking
i roll out like samuel with ammo in camo
i keep my name on the c lines like soprano
i conquer like rocky marciano
and channel these thoughts like a f-cking grand piano
la heim
k!llerquest in a benzo time for crescendo
she plays with innuendos like nintendos
jah bless and lord have mеrcy
i see my enemies and thеy all so thirsty
thats why
i keep my chips in my bag not over my shoulder
if this game is star wars then i must be yoda
i’m like ice but just more colder
im rock solid bruh my crystals folger
back to back
back against the wall in my black backpack i ran fast from the phonies this might be my last lap crabs in a bucket i saw the trap and clapped back at last i put the name on the map like a red flag i’m way too fly man
i might just catch a jet lag
(dialogues)

hook:
she said boy you still broke as f-ck
hol up
nah now the boy is the f-ckin man b-tch
hol’ up
all this chit chat and yakkin man i pack bombs like i was from the taliban
(yooo what the f-ck did you say?)

tienas verse:
yo what the f-ck did you say, oh yeah something
wait you’re buggin, im raising the bar like barrel aged bourbon
in a feral gape, while you can’t raise sh-t your in sterile state cousin
imperil hate, four eyed f-ck take your b-tch, stouburn, mclovin, fist bumpin
spit dozen
they be hating on my sh-t but the kids love it
mc’s get f-cked with a mcm-ffin on a mcdouble, wait
doin a battery double a, are you looking for some trouble aye
i’ll be just singing swan song eating wanton with couple mates
double 8 double 8 everybody’s gonna get f-cked for nothing like a double date
came in the game and i made some couple g’s, sipping whiskey on the rock f-ck rubblee
ima troubled kid f-cker dont trouble me, im chris tucker d-ck sucker can’t rush on me
you ain’t get passed, a verse of mine’s a glitch in the universe i might just get a f-cking jet lagged
let’s have a toast for the douchebags before your motherf-cking parachute get’s jacked
hook:
she said boy you still broke as f-ck
hol up
nah now the boy is the f-ckin man b-tch
hol’ up
all this chit chat and yakkin man i pack bombs like i was from the taliban
(yooo what the f-ck?)

nuke verse:
“every song we make is an anthem”
every talk is cheap if you throw enough tantrums
mans been awesome, see you fall like autumn
this is not drake, but it is started from the bottom

fly since birth
i don’t get jet lag
hoes on the twitter smell worse than a b-tt crack
smile for the camera but this where the thugs laugh
know i’ve been away but i’m fresh like a first track
my mandem, fool proof condom
if you don’t f-ck with us, go and get abortion
if you want sauce then, we gon have problems
sing for pain in a room, if you really wanna solve em

specter verse:
staring at the lock screen, don’t expect me to find keys
used to breaking down doors thanks to anxiety david to these mighty, goliaths
standing out like nipples in a tight tee
jump in the pyre when i spark it up, y’all larping
lots of you in the building can’t find parking
though we never show up, doing better things, than blowing some
pouring up, healing hangovers with lemonade
(hold it)
i’m the villain on the pillion not coming for ur aid
put the money near my mouth so i don’t talk about getting paid
straight to the slaying, love to the people for f-ckin up the streams
(f-ck ya)
eenie meenie minie mo
make em fall like dominoes
talking about unity
while they busy stabbing bros
gonna cop a degree while i learnt from the streets
as the needle stops spinning leave em all deadbeat

ya, bragging infinite, grinding almost nil
0-100 cause papi pays the bills
clueless about hunger cause that stomach always filled
can’t turn up the heat cause rooms always chilled
how you gonna stop me
ya pen don’t travel on the paper still ya jet lagged
take away my tools, imma grow my nails
write it on raw skin, no cheat codes but monster mash your nonsense

hook
she said boy you still broke as f-ck
hol up
nah now the boy is the f-ckin man b-tch
hol’ up
all this chit chat and yakkin man i pack bombs like i was from the taliban
(yooo what the f-ck?)

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