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letra de chip skylark - goldwood

[ intro – goldwood]

yo
i shouldn’t have written it in such a cryptic way
yeah, yo, yeah

[verse 1 – goldwood]
pull an amazon truck heist sell the products at a profit
i ship piff packages, make sample rap projects
i’m balling breaking brackets i’m more wavy than the loch ness
talk sh-t i’ll drop a heart in your b-tch instagram comments
they don’t walk the walk but that’s a different conversation
never trust these b-tches they gonna flip the situation
talking the talk is the problem with this generation
don’t got time for second placing when there’s paper to be chasing
goldwood is the goat i’m just relaying what they say to me
walk into the spot they treat me like i’m paul atreides
gold might rock a gold rope like the 80’s
baby, i keep chicken in stock i’m simmering, pockets full of bay leaves
gold a tad goated man, now i’m bi-coastal
you and bad b-tches? man, that’s probably par asocial
know every now and then i’m numb, but numbers non-negotiable
they didn’t wanna run with me, but now i’m unapproachable

[chorus – goldwood]
yeah, i’m just doing what i’m supposed to do
yeah, said i’m just doing what i’m supposed to do
yeah, yeah i’m doing what i’m supposed to do
[verse 2 – ben beal]
yeah
i’m where the palm trees wilted, always overthinking
future cut short because i’m too dope for sober living
met a wh0re from oberlin she drugged me at the dive bar
flashed a shiny grin and got to hit, chip skylark
semantics when you’re candid with the people on the other side of screens
that always shatter because i’m mad at who they publicize
you think you’re artsy but the product lackl-ster
writing one-liners getting smacked at dave & buster’s
life not for the faint of heart, it’s hit or miss then bitterness
love you when there’s money in abundance think they’ll get a split
f-ck you and your whole bloodline
sorry life sucks for you i’m chilling bro, i love mine
i’m not worried just annoyed at all the road blocks
pull up to the concert throwing rocks until the show stops
perogi tatted on me, i’m nothing but a polack
all this sh-t is mine, they think my motion is a co-op

[outro – ben beal and notrust]
oh sh-t my flight’s at 6 am to—this morning

really?
yeah
sh-t
f-ck, i gotta go home and pack

- goldwood

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