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letra de fumes - isaac app

intro:
once you realize that all the sh-t you used to care so much about
just keeps you a prisoner of your own mind

[verse]
yeah
city of sand, it’s time getting moving i triple the pace
once every month but it’s goin too weak
and yet when i vent i hear time and a place
she eager to go, she a river, no creek
pretty lil canvas i’m painting her face
still at the point if a song is a leak
i gotta pay to get outlet to tweet
my ego inflatin, with every lil payment
reminder to self that i madе it from nothin
i used to live in a camper with family
that ain’t еven love me, so f-ck if they hatin’
still whip the honda, side view broken
bank low by the same token
still won’t sign for the moment
imma need least 5 mill for the notion
this young cr7, with a man u crest
even in recession, imma shoot my best
3, 5, and 7, to the kevlar vest
my self-expression, never take a rest
i keep phone discretion, when my girl send text
can’t part with session, been like house arrest
and, sh-t, call the reverend, this a holy test
ain’t god’ll question, whether if i’m next
now 2, 9 down, wit a 5 0 goal
1432 emerald road
used to be up where the 12 patrol
but i sold that b-tch when the interest low
slap my wrist, never reload slow
that sh-t taught quick, action breed gold
swingset died when the crib got sold
now i’m back to the mic wit a new tape roll
i don’t wanna hear what you think i should do
gotta pay my dues till the money ensue
lemme give y’all sh-t you should go and chew
if you build my shade it say more about you
out in la all the bullsh-t talk
just to clear my head take more than a walk
shook those hands went around that spot
got 5 years in tell me where that shot?
too many people to count on my hand
that i got a debt with said i’d expand
forbidden the fruit, they wavin the fan
they target the roots, then swap a demand
it’s f-cking me up and i’m missing the truth
i’m making work from 2 different booths
up in the venue then back in the room
what more do i need to prove to consume
the fruits of my labor, construction of tomb
i’m bout to blow i can smell all the fumes
gas in the tank, and gas in my lungs
she giving me head, while speaking in tongues
the music consuming and i can’t avoid
every lil second supplying ambition
i’m tryna build what they said that i couldn’t
way more than a statement of saying i’m different

- isaac app

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