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letra de fresh oil - fyre

[mxlplx]
what you feel isn’t real, never forget you made a deal with the devil
sold out to pay your bills so you can reach another level
woke up and realized that all you did was settle
fiending for some power trying to be the rebel
the man of the hour, one hardest metal
dying to be worshipped, pipe dreams aren’t perfect
take it from a man who knows the meaning of deserted
take a stand or become perverted by this land
and the assh0l-s who herd it to work it for cash
slaving in the dirt like the dumbest ass
sweating through your shirt while your boss just laughs
[young g]
paranoia got me frozen
waking up knowing that i’m chosen
mistakes keep me learning, never stop growing
emotion showing, doja blowing, plop my clothes in
the mood, nothing to lose
danked out, flowing smooth, spinning in the groove
the only set i’m claiming is my genitals
f-ck rentals limos, i’m smoked out in general
addiction in decision, reaction precision caught up in collision
ears become my vision, eyes are too deceptive
it’s that you got, is simply a collective

[sw-nk]
(alright now
alright now)

late to be alone for life
embedded in the body of jesus christ
fyre to the stars and stripes, death to the whole rotation
give me it all as you’d like
i’ll beat the land for the final fight
give me the music and take my sight
c-ck the hammer and raise the heights
give me nothing and let me live, i’ve lost the love but it still owns my rights
i’m down to walk to sacrifice
whatever this world may be
i’ve been born without recourse, i’ve been born to ignite
give me the rose that you’re scared to cut
undressed to see if you want revelation
p-ssy pink is the stripping lights
give me the soaring of true separation
past my comfort without the ice
i’ve got the order for your friends to your celebration, not a fantasy
i could give a rat’s d-mn about the price
give me away, give me away
give me away, give me away
give me away, i’ll be alright
[mxlplx]
f-cked your mom yesterday, she got me bombed and we played
suck my d-ck til i say “stop”
hit the road, tailgating cops on my way to get the knock
hit it when i’m not faded, never not vacate the spot i created with pot
b-tches begging to drop, got it locked
you know what i’m saying, you know what i want
changing your station to sh-t i can watch
give a f-ck if you sting, give a f-ck what you thought
death in the belly, you’re just a notch
don’t ever tell me that you forgot
i’ll put you in your place so fast you’ll get lost
crossed by the boss, why try to floss?
f-ck that sh-t, don’t even show off
never hit the weed so hard your whole body coughs
me and my n-ggas invented the slosh

i drop these rhymes

- fyre

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