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letra de solo high - gaylord oddball

(yuh, yuh, yuh) (uh)

[verse 1]
coming straight out the necropolis
i’m kinda baked when i try to talk to the populous
and i hate failing my confidence
procrastinate all the way to wasting my opulence
yeah this f-cking day is monotonous
but i meditate so i gotta make a hypothesis
my mind’s hazy, design shaky, confined maybe
but i’m right away from the wake of my greater consciousness
i mean
i know i’m different, but what i gotta do for you to give a little listen?
got a weed prescription, some chicken, pokemon blue edition
and later if you feel it we can do a little trippin
chronicle of chop, it’s impossible to stop
when i’m friеd as f-ck i’m feeling philosophical a lot
only blunts i ever smoke arе always tropical and snot
but whenever i’m at leisure feel that pressure or whatever yuh
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[chorus]
i just don’t know why
they shudder when i stroll on by, stroll on by
got a broken nose and swollen eye
from all the memories at my local high
don’t know why
i see my year in photos by, my friends on instagram that don’t invite
like “oh that bites”
guess i’m hoping that my soul’s alive
so i don’t gotta live a solo high
don’t know why

[verse 2]
not used to writing these songs without having instrumentals
my work don’t have any purpose my birth was accidental
like i’m eternally searching for worth by being special
but i’m blowing up and i’m barely at 10% potential
i spend too much time reflecting on my inner thoughts
but i feel like i’m at the precipice of bigger plots
i’ve never been the greatest singer and i couldn’t dance
but i think i could make a difference if i get the chance
i know i’m a bit weird without a bag of american spirit
but all these people on the streets are laughing, i can hear it
what i’m tryna say is babe if i’m allowed
i could make a song or two for my mom to make her proud
but, what’s the point?
i’d rather stay at home all day and maybe smoke a joint
i know it’s nasty from a voice
i just can’t help my entire life is engulfed in a fire
burn until i break and disappoint
[chorus]
i just don’t know why
they shudder when i stroll on by, stroll on by
got a broken nose and swollen eye
from all the memories at my local high
don’t know why
i see my year in photos by, my friends on instagram that don’t invite
like “oh that bites”
guess i’m hoping that my soul’s alive
so i don’t gotta live a solo high
don’t know why

(i still don’t understand how we could’ve lost him)

- gaylord oddball

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