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letra de backlash - horus the astroneer

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(verse 1; horus)
just came home all the sudden
i mix the drink the wit the bud
and i get this party jumping
i just mean the one in my stomach

i got no one i can trust in
except the woman i c-m in
and now the circle i run in
is dissipating to f-ck it

i got no time for no hoes
i know for a fact
all the time and money spent
ain’t worth the view from the back

and all the sudden everybody wanna be my tag partner
lemme tell you motherf-ckers yall don’t wanna get me started

i don’t need your support
i do not need the likes
i do not need the listens
they do not cure all the nights

i go without a wink of sleep
no energy
unnecessary
to try and show you motherf-ckers that the strength is beneath

but see i got a few things that one day i wish to achieve
and no amount of baseless art is gunna hinder my feet
from stepping over the bounds and crossing lines and showing you each
i will step on your f-cking face should you stand underneath me

sit alone in this bed
jack and c0ke on my breath
in a random city
i can’t remember off my head
right now but f-ck it

i just lost the feeling in my brain
gon light this joint
and let the thrill of hallucination entertain
i see no point
in chasing after everything that i disdain

but yet i sprint right towards it
full speed
no concern of my surroundings
deep inside that is a lie
no matter how i might be sounding

really i am stuck in the way of caution
heart in apprehension
fear of what i do not understand
is causing tension

(verse 2; wastemane)
ayo i jump into the chevy
got a heavy load of dope up on me
looking like a zombie
bl–dy, roaming, looking for a fix

this is what i do
i whip the chevy in the back roads
puffin’ on tobacco while i’m rolling up a zip
i got the dope
yeah, i got the plug
yeah, i caught a body
rolled it up inside a rug

put em in the trunk
drive the chevy off a cliff
bottom of a ditch
swerving, hurting with the clique
swerving with the back seat filled
about last week
rappers keep burning, b-tch, please don’t ever ask me

eyes rolling back into my skull, yuh
i’ve been feeling empty
yo i’m feeling slumped
nah, b-tch, don’t even tempt me
rolling up the best
we burn it to a crisp, yuh
money took a hold of him
it turned him to a b-tch

focused on the payroll
lacing up the k yo
playing grand piano while i’m counting up my peso
gone, feeling like the last man standing
last man walking, last man stranded
back stabbing wastemane, last name branded
first name soul taker
middle name rancid

ripping up the underground, serve it to the fans
get it, serve it to the middle man
took it and he ran with it
scam living, fans b-tching
homie where the money at?
i don’t take no fan pictures
show me where the honey’s at

- horus the astroneer

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