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letra de more and more - g rider

[intro]
what you doing, man?

[verse 1]
smoking blunts on the couch cuz i like the way it makes me feel
spend my time in the house, interaction doesn’t seem real
i hate america, so i slang a deal
and all i really care about is my next meal
i grew up eating meat, i was told it was wrong
but i have to keep eating it if i wanna stay strong
i was told hard work would bring me to success
but if you do the labor, your paycheck is less
most girls won’t do romance without a drink
it doesn’t take a shrink to figure out what that makes me think
american existence, based on values, telеvisions
dad jokes, s-xy lies, racial divisions
sociеty is led by technology, existence
outlined in chronologies, apology’s the basis of relationships
what you compromise decides character and grit
the weed is kicking in, and i’m checking out
i need time to decide, peeling feelings in the route
i want to be taken, i’m lost in confusion
my mind is breaking, the past is an illusion
the future of mirage, working out in my garage
my feelings come in spurts, intense like a barrage
creeping on the low in my ride feeling high
f-ck a b-tch even if she sly
[hook x2]
i need more cash and it’s time to go
more and more, i’m feeling tore
young g baby, back in the spot
training time remaining, check out what i got, biatch!

[verse 2]
respect is the poor man’s shackle
humans lie in ruins, spectators watch me grapple
physical dominance, the name of the plane
deceit of profit sharing is the aim of the game
a rat race industry’s form’s a maze
of houses and businesses while working men blaze
weed is the seed of the fruit of insecurity
greed we may feed is the loot of measured purity
worry me not, listen to my confidence
experience in training from my list, i’m dropping bliss
cuz it seems to have no purpose set to confuse me
worse in my verses, the new world man gets woozy
morphine, valium, happy pills and vicodin
you don’t have to go back in time to see me strike again
insight open spectrums, spectrums of fyre
the only time i feel ok is when i’m way too high
in my words of cluttered visions, mumble cuz i’m humble
ride within decision yet i’m ready to rumble
tumble, trampoline, motionless danked
stumble all loaded to the bank
[bridge]
i need more cash and it’s time to go
more and more, i’m feeling tore
young g baby, back in the spot
training time remaining, check out what i got, biatch!
morphine, valium, happy pills and vicodin
you don’t have to go back in time to see me strike again
morphine, valium, happy pills and vicodin
you don’t have to go back in time to see me strike again

[hook x2]
i need more cash and it’s time to go
more and more, i’m feeling tore
young g baby, back in the spot
training time remaining, check out what i got, biatch!

- g rider

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