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letra de laundry day - gq

[intro]
that feeling
that feeling

[verse 1]
woke up from a nightmare
twice before the sun rose
every time i write it’s laundry day the way it unfolds
pieced up, sneaking through a crowd
that’s when he unload on innocence
hole in heart bigger than pun clothes
living with a different calling
police at front doors
banging more than colors
rainbows, can’t jump those
wish that i could talk to rosa
maybe have some blunts rolled
she could tell me how it really feel to sit in front rows
made from a different cloth
why we need to stunt clothes?
last time he seen his daughter she was just a month old
i feel for ‘tone, probably why i’m scared to have my own
family only matter, when the television’s on
it’s h-lla kids grown, childhood abandonment
news tell us anything, never been a fan of it
i don’t sell dope but everyone around me does
hardly wear red but everyone around me blood, huh
talking to a youngster on the street
asking for a couple dollars just so he can eat
i probably would’ve gave him some if i had it
i mean, i got a 20 on me, but i need it for my habit
the rabbit try to run game, especially on a tortoise
layaway, mama-way, just say she can’t afford this
2:28 she still thankful what the stork sent
try to see but they don’t, mr. walk-and-talk it
need a pick-me-up, long island or a forklift
life a game, devil tryna convince me to forfeit

[bridge]
yeah
yeah
yeah
peep it, ay

[verse 2]
was in a lodge for weeks
had a dream martin hit the weed, hit the podium, and then forgot his speech
ain’t talking houston when i say i’m where the rockets reach
walking ’round with my chest out like it’s a topless beach
thoughts in my head i do not release
when they finally get it they listen like when obama speak
you know its bad to turn your work in when it’s not complete
that’s how i see you n-gg-s, weak as f-ck, why compete?
let me rock this beat easier than college freaks
use to run through lifestyles i was robin leach
said they kings, n-gg- sold his only polynice
was turf dancing in steve madden’s and wallaby’s
i took it back with that, free jack, i heard he home
got that [?] watson flesh with some birdie bones
in any hood i’m jim boheim, i’m learning zone
i’m going in like i got pulled over with dirty chrome
i had curve and chrome, c-ke had me drinking goose
will bout as high as an alley that i was throwing duece
in high school i needed [?] suit and long chain
eastmont ain’t been the same since the mall changed
that’s a random fact but f-ck it, let me vent a few
only time a good year for you is when a blimp done flew
so high i’m driving with my hands at 10 and 2
money in the ceiling, my bad i had to win for loot
ya dig?

- gq

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