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letra de outside - impromptwo

[hook]:

why they tryna take from me?
just tryna find a way for me
hope i supply a plate for we
this life is miles away from we
but i can’t go outside
(i can’t stand the rain on my window)
but i can’t go outside
(like i’m from that place where the wind blow)
i can’t go outside
(i can see the pain from my window)
i can’t go outside
(hope i can sustain when the wind blow)
no, i can’t go out side

verse (sip jackson):
it’s like this here: it rains in the six yearly
though i can’t see clearly, i whip it in sixth gear
i’m drowning in vices for all the minutes i sit here
this fire i’m lighting is like the temp that i spit near
to the rifle i’m writing for all the cyphers i’ll rip
and all of the shows i’ll expose em to all the bull that they mishear
cuz they shootin the shooter; prey becoming the predator
it’s likely vendetta will be the image they paint clear
they murdering children with conscience clear as a summer sky
and flushing the evidence. got the nerve to still wonder why
we ain’t f-ckin wit them. cuz we ain’t f-cking wit them
cuz darker skin is the signal to say he clutching to them
and buckshots in the stomach is just like cuffing to them
with thanks given commission is like the stuffing to them
so, i be puffin’ that hemp and filling cups to the brim
hope they ain’t slamming when pippen is standing under the rim

[hook]

verse (cale charles):

i had a dream i never made it there
endeavored severe weather, and paid the fare
f-ck it, i’d blaze a square, if i smoked them
these words so true, i felt naked, bare when i wrote them
i share my wear and tear, hoping you can compare and quote them
don’t need a pair of open eyes to stare, engulf in fires. nightmares i cope with
sh-t, i just wanna be remembered
as more than a wanna-be or pretender who was hindered by his blind ambition
p-ssing time casting lines in a pond there ain’t a god d-mn fish in
for a life like a d-mn fiction. got a knife, and my hand’s itching
and, my strife turns this ambition to d-mn friction
i got the drive but the plan’s missing. that or the transmission
since keys died, i take flight with what’s in my hand, twisted
and, i never used to do that
that’s why that easy rider, i’m forever cruising to that
and hope the homie knew that whenever n-ggas said keys was going places, i said true that. (keys jingle)

[hook]

- impromptwo

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