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letra de insidious insinuations - fyre

[sw-nk daddy]
i said a one to the two to the three to the four
give me five if you love it on the bathroom floor
crazy eights cuz seven can’t afford no more
i take the fifth all the way to the liquor store
put it in park on one big game and come back for more
charge it to the same game that your body adores
all up in the mainframe with my spanish guitar
the god of insomnia is standing outside our doors
the break is irrelevant, i stay on the high
and keep getting higher, b-tch, i never will die
sh-t, i was skateboarding in thе red sea when thе middle was dry
i’m allergic to what they tell me, i may never comply
the party’s full of shanks, shanks sent down in the sky
but don’t touch my sapphire, it’s too precious to buy
here, take this one for free and get on with your life
bouncing on the track, bouncing on your back
mashing to them blues, mashing it on cruise, player
real n-ggas ain’t got nothing to lose, player

[mxlplx and sw-nk daddy]
h-ll yes, i’m a bum and i’ve been riding so poor
my low level lights become a twilight zone, timeless bore
by the time i’m finally done, i’ll be too tired and too tore
to ride til i run out of this maze but must ignore
the slaves need to come out and get played like a wh0re
it’s crazy when you’re down and can’t do nothing but what for
are you just a lazy junkie? really, are you too hardcore?
anyway, what’s the difference? my black nuts hang to the floor
just shut up and listen to what i’m saying
this is what you want, why, what the f-ck? man, i’m not playing
can find me in the cuts with maniacs forever blazing
call before you come up to my door and get to banging
looking through the peephole, wondering if they know i’m flaking
never did like people, always been the one who’s faking
lost in outer sp-ce dreaming about making some bacon
rope!!!
[g rider]
we keep things lifted, feeling gifted and so high
you could say i smoke too much and you would be right
i move til i get food, i’m a sick lifted smoker
riding so high, it’s that blunt smoke choker
feeling loose and distraught, tell it, tell it til you’re taught
putting rap on lock, motherf-ckers like my heart is puppet master
player, player hater, blunt disintegrator
rider getting higher with the flavor that i savior
may your words be spoken with reverence
may your dreams be filled with independence
sentence me not guilty, but charged and disarmed
living life raw, feeling no harm
swarm through my insight, i’m tacked as usual
defections of the groove that you build
my height is my height is my height is my stature
getting h-lla high til i bleed is my creed, i’m that rapper
young g baby, back in the spot
yes yes baby, learn from what you’re not

- fyre

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