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letra de intro lyricsle) - huon

shroomies with some ringwald, sir i mix a lot of drugs

baby got back to yelling at me that i’m not enough

obvious behaviour pertaining to what a thottie does

molly-dust craver a raver with total strangers

in back of a back alley with smack in a packed saddy they racking up crack stacking up tracks on your rack, sally

self-respect is rare and i myself do lack a lot of it

one of few people in this world who can acknowledge it

wave to your fine mother, pray to divine structures

an alien mind baby, i’m wavy as five ushers

like, the singer? right-swipe on tinder with light fight the sinners that might bite our dinners

thought we had some magic, turned out you were the trick

i thought it was real when it wasn’t, you illusionist b-tch

you elusive as sh-t, boy i fell stupid as sh-t

while you were using abusing consuming lucifer’s d-ck

wanna know the gruesomest bit?

i still love you. call right now i still come through. still f-ck you

still kiss you in your mouth

have a meltdown and break all of the pictures in your house

man i’m so wrong, hold on

big bro’s glock got five bodies like it’s voltron

he in the system, it’s penitentiary rules

and shoutout all my g’s from elementary school

or primary, lie buried within the library i carry weapons; machetes

you even die scary

this go from small clout brawl, to all-out war, to fallout 4

and defcon 8, section 8

plates, send them straight in my direction mate

resonate

let it resonate x2

never fake, we were never fake, we was always real

prime jet-fighter bomb your city with the overk!ll

big strap, look like a makita, yeah you know the drill

i just smacked that -ss she looking at me like you know it’s real

can you tell me any aussie rapper that you know this real?

no you don’t. back on “comatose” i had a line about an overdose

but mac and peep died now i don’t think that what i wrote is dope

holy moly holy smokes, hallelujah holy ghost

shoutout folks in holyoake, i can punch like holyfield

and 360 in a 360, bro you know the deal

rappers label slaves, i’m chugging haterade

no respect unless you’re big drake jay or wayne, dre or pain,

(verse 1)

(gx)-

i don’t really know why my heart so black
heart more black than a charcoal sack
heart so black ion know no love
ion show no love and i can’t go back
ion got time for the bull sh-t
got a gun in my hand i wouldn’t pull sh-t
don’t talk to me if you ain’t making green
gotta aim so high i got crazy dreams
all you b-tches get in line or go take a seat
now they feelin’ on a n-gga cuz my tape release?
i don’t really give a f-ck what my past is
finger on the trigger like i’m past it
but it’s aiming at my forehead should i blast it?
blast it, ghost’s of my past never leave be
my future got me locked in a t.v. screen so i changed up from manin to gxd
chief keef or andre 3k

industry the enemy illuminati three-ways

i been low on money got me dressing like an eshay but he paid in three days…. (trails off)

- huon

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