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letra de 1-up - g-scott

[verse 1]
in adidas, ride 100 spokes scream, “adios!”
‘til a n-gg- ghost she let me poke, its super soaked
soaked in gasoline reality be my bungee rope
couldn’t cut close to any flow that i ever wrote
look how they quote these lifted scriptures i overdosed in a dose of dope
do do-see-do in a field of a hope
another chapter drown sorrows trying to stay afloat
saw i’m starting to bubble aim hubble you better tell her scope
so if i vanilla and f-ck her out of vendetta you’ll know it wasn’t a root beer i throw in back of her throat
kick push then coast my clique is the mafioso
you probably shouldn’t f-ck with it probably best that you know so
lucid in my confusion while pigeons and planes be cruising
developing on my style while fsd i’m perusing
mix lsd in my music though i don’t do it not stupid they asking for my project like dealer, “i need a gq
looking at my frank mueller it’s about that time b-mping jeezy hanging out the window city is mine
i mean this crack right? crack pipe b-tches and lines
you know them white stripes jack white bands behind me
hope some fans can find me cause i been dying to live so pump the iv in and hopes that iovine hears
i need my sample clearances or i ain’t hearing sh-t
if they ain’t fearing it then you ain’t god body n-gg-

[hook]
yeah baby i been thinking of you
been on top for a minute yeah i’m liking the view
high score so it seems like everything i could lose
got a penny for these thoughts, trying to think up a loft
man the fall so hard, hope the landing is soft
light 1up
1up, 1up, 1up, 1up
1up, 1up, 1up, 1up

[verse 2]
i keep asking for a break and all i am doing breaking me
faithfully i’m amazed that my n-gg-s still holding faith in me
settle for mediocre or see where music is taking me
last year was a good year but tire of waiting patiently
money circulate, heard you working late? how bout i come thru your section you make it percolate
my pockets regurgitate
your pockets on dirt okay
back breaking the beats like disconnecting your vertebrae
i wanna trip just see how far the fall is
i often trip i guess she see how far i’ve fallen
all these hoes my n-gg- you ain’t gonna fall in?
winter and spring couldn’t sum her autumn i’ve fallen
we going all in

[hook]

[verse 3]
back on this b-tch like chicks with no -ss
lately its been a blur i been moving through life too fast
what goes around comes around that’s that karma in karma sutra
the secret you f-ck them over exactly how karma suit ya
(yeah) two b-tton with a skinny tie
funeral of truth y’all dying just go live a lie
they say they balling withdrawing as if they cartoons but you g-ssed up your balling is more like balloons
float i elevated a system which i created
a mix of my sober thoughts on nights that i end up faded
a child trapped in a world of superficial relations
a place were he go hide to put his mind on vacation
i welcome you to los vegas your highness high on hiatus
the new college dropout lately hip-hop degraded
my mama still hopping one day i’ll reach graduation
but nightcaps and gowns make tossing t-ssels seem basic
yet we chase it
hope we make it

- g scott

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