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letra de wasting - hoagie (rapper)

[verse 1]
interlaced mellowest blues, it’s a the crochet
interfaith, fellow of you, i think that’s okay, swell
amassed to sell the raps, faster than chapman with the pitch
ditch digger, bigger misfit
my sounds extra large, so set the barge, bet that i’m a word ark
messages charged in the tracks, bless it i’m tarred to the knacks
light a jay with feather light, hey
to the way i’m always closer, but i’m never right
ever bright insides, camera on the pin dive
candor as the skin pried, ideated, highly faded
amber if you’re in thrive, squashed as a bug, f-ck
manner is the tin hide, wash with oil, some crux
unstuck pain, it’s sounds that sound like they’re painted
and if i’m sainted, it’s a halo for the heads
meds ate ‘em down, my minds high-pass filter
haze the right place, say, you couldn’t find kilter
couldn’t bind, tilter of skies, distilled to the wise
i’m k!lled in disguise, hey a, you gotta lay it out
d-mn me i’m grilled for the tries, dude just choose it music
baseless cause my basis here was never lucid
gotta deuce it, got a ploy to use the double joint
way i hit the pen, you’re using muddled points
facts, relax hacks, once lewd my thoughts have unionized
wearing sh-t, my rhymes prepared a suit and tie, who am i?
do or die ethos, find in the weed smoke
try it if you need hope, buy it with the seeds? nope
(nope, nope) undulating, beads in the doorway
layering it up i’m pairing it more frayed
decorticate, a sword to take, i’m that stoned, clash tones
communicate in vacancy, i’m past phones
are you to shake the latency off?
half my age is just impatiently lost, f-ck!

[chorus]

some wasting
hope it was fun, run the taping
one with the shaping
none bracing
they’re coping with guns
til’ hope is at none
i’m stunned with the facing

[verse 2]

stunned with the facing
stomach is encasing, running from the chasing
done with this tracing. amok, but i’m pasting it back
i’m past pastiche, imma dab some mass upon a back beat
you lack feats, me i’ve been akin, to some arachnids, slack gives
best compress the session til it’s blasted
it lasted so what? i abut, still, snuffed in the going
break it like the styx, oh sh-t i’m rowing, there’s no towing the past
gotta go in the grass, a dog’s dogma
flowing is crass i’m in the bog, bruh
said i know what they stash, i hack the log, uh
rapping’s not a slog, so i’m at it for the long run
marathons, seasoned like it’s tarragon
thereupon, battering ram semantics, not a paragon
chattering, planning frantic, smattering, man is panicked, or close
smoker raise the flames for a toast

- hoagie rapper

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