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letra de time and space - fyre

[young g]
the life of the scarred wander world hard
scheming in the yard, blunted so sharp
sharpening experience, experience addicting
drinking, mixing weed and thinking
acid is sinking, wicked got a heart and soul
expectation l-st, just me and my trust
about to bust, enough is enough, voice blunted gruff
anyone can talk tough, most of them ain’t give a f-ck
about b-tches, weed, god of the family
protection of the territory, another terror story
powers insanity, s-x out the vanity
work is prayer, love, a random seed

[sw-nk daddy]
let my prayers be the soundtrack you never need to hear
just watch them blossom as the world disappears
no need for shifting, baby, god’s my only gear
though rolling high and dry, the truth is always clear
i’ll pass up pay straight, so decorate your tears
i’ll pray to say grace to break me down in need
many say time and sp-ce time ain’t sh-t but it’s me
the sh-tty races to the top when the top falls for free
we put it all together and all you find is peace
so the g*nius keeps it staggered as if our souls release
it ain’t going nowhere, too $hort already told us
a slave is a slave and a soldier’s a soldier
we’re saved to be saved, an explanation ain’t needed
you bathe in your grave if your love is kept a secret
you learned it, you love it, and naturally you teach it
so if you die trying then you already preached it
the days made reality lifes the shot to pieces
from my corner it’s cool to be the beatnik
defined by the brain when nights hear the sleepless
designed by your name mastered in the deepness
just another piece from that old school freak sh-t
[mxlplx]
i f-ck the microphone til it cums like a river
sit back and watch the speaker start to shiver
going up in flames every time i hit her
make her say my name while her lips quiver
dealing with the pain like i’m up in the sh-tter
the microphone’s my b-tch, that’s why i pimp her
approach with the limp and put my d-ck in the kisser
always on my hip cuz when it’s gone, i miss her
addicted to my grip the way i fit her
ride her like a blimp being flown by a drifter
take out my whip and start to whip her
my lips know just how to fix her
keep her at a distance to help out the mixer
hold her like an alcoholic holds a sixer
pull her close so i can whisper
impossible to resist her
she’s the radio and i’m the transistor
plug her in and i become black the ripper

- fyre

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