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letra de soda, mormons - invermon

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(yeah… ayy, yeah…)
(yeah)

sugar water, ice cold, slurpy with a gulp
cocoa b-tter, milkshore, coffee with a drop
dopey on that mint gum, spicy with a crunch
and i hope you have a good time, riding in the sun

that’s so… fresh! (fresh!)
my body put me on ten, ayy
psychedelic with the testament
cold water in my residence
that’s so… fresh! (fresh!)
my body put me on ten, ayy
psychedelic with the testament
cold water in my residence, ayy
…
yeah

now, i’m staring at a red sky
sped blurry past a red light
caught a tickеt with a bare fine
i guess i ain’t gonn’ makе it to bedtime (no!)
hans solo ducking bare fire (ayy!)
sippin’ soda till the flares die
sugar, water and a mad rhyme
dunk on chemical x cause i’m bred nice

i’m on a different vibe
i board a different glide
i’m ’bouta kick back, flip that
live and let die

ice on all my soda; sip ’em all
just overload and p-ss ’em off
it’s summertime; i’m easing off
with soda cans and grease all on me
sugar water, ice cold, slurpy with a gulp
cocoa b-tter, milkshore, coffee with a drop
dopey on that mint gum, spicy with a crunch
and i hope you have a good time, riding in the sun

that’s so… fresh! (fresh!)
my body put me on ten, ayy
psychedelic with the testament
cold water in my residence

that’s so… fresh! (fresh!)
my body put me on ten, ayy
psychedelic with the testament
cold water in my residence, ayy

(that’s so… fresh!)
(my body put me on ten, ayy)
(psychedelic with the testament)
(cold water in my residence)

(that’s so… fresh!)
(my body put me on ten, ayy)
(psychedelic with the testament,)
(cold water in my residence-)
…
(hehe- a yo, what time is it?!)
i don’t even know, i ain’t-
…

i was gonna go savage
sh-t on a b-tch in a madness
raging and sh-t; i ain’t average
the chemical balance but f-ck it
the acid got down
had to stagger a bit with no manners

y’all n-ggas catching the zzz’s; i’m done with the drama
i leave that sh-t up to karma
pass me the bottle, i’m drowning in heaven uncommon
i see all these sh-t; panorama

y’all ain’t f-cking my eyelids
i’ll bury my d-ck in your iris
bars stay hitting like lightning
mcqueen in the track, she riding

hop off the mic, it’s sirens
11-40 to the island
muzzle your b-tch, i’m barking
muzzle your b-tch, i’m barking

rasta flows like i’m bob marley
with the happy bars like i popped molly
i don’t even like hollywood but lately, my backwoods’ holy
and my mood lonely, true story
i got homies down in the streets (the streets!)
in my roots, in my branches, bro
i’m not even talking ’bout trees (no! no!)

i don’t hate the player but i hate the game
it’s got tentacles; squid game
you think i’m basic, i think my pen’s sick
whatchu’ know about pen game? (whatchu’ know?)
don’t tell my mom i’ve been smoking the zaza
hits blunt while processing the data
black lives liquid, black lives solid and gas
black lives matter (yeah. they matter)

introverted rappers tryinna’ go hard, bro
you know they’d rather go home
tell the patient dog i’m back to the bone
someone tell sandy she’d rather be stoned –

i’ll be on cloud nine
i’ll be on flight tonight
maybe i’ll fly by (yeah!)

smoke in the sky, we stay puffin’, we gonn’ fly
smoke in the sky, we stay puffin’, we gonn’ fly
smoke in the sky, we stay puffin’, we gonn’ fly
smoke in the sky, we stay puffin’, we gonn’ fly

smoke in the sky, we stay puffin’, we gonn’ fly
smoke in the sky, we stay puffin’, we gonn’ fly
smoke in the sky, we stay puffin’, we gonn’ fly
smoke in the sky, we stay puffin’, we gonn’ fly -ly

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