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letra de bogart - izzy strange

verse 1:

i’m a tall tale short a believers
a locked cell, playing for keepers
get your -ss off the bleachers
wanna sell you noise out the speakers
where are my tweaker’s ?
better start charging for features
i want your cash and your visa’s
your stash and your sneakers
long lasting ideas
til i’m selling out arena’s
and we bigger than jesus
don’t quote me on that
yeah
gonna push right back
put em’ down like naps
fire the whole staff
if they don’t wanna run laps
i’ma run right past
i don’t wanna be last
so i practice my craft
with a lack of sleep
you can pack a lunch
i’ma pack a punch
that’ll slap like beats
i’m tired of giving the same d-mn speech
wasn’t built for defeat
but i can’t make you want to succeed
we ain’t ballin’
what you think i’m working for?
i despise the lack l-ster
guster you muster
just cause you f-cked
doesn’t mean you can trust her
she bab’s and you buster
and i’m fl-stered talking to walls
trying to get through skulls
i want it all

hook:

and the only time you get p-ssionate
is when i hit the blunt and ain’t p-ssing it

(smoke more and more, more)

now i ain’t p-ssing sh-t

(smoke more, and more, more)

no, i ain’t p-ssing sh-t

(smoke more, and more, more)

now i ain’t p-ssing sh-t

(smoke more, and more, more)

no, i ain’t p-ssing sh-t

verse 2:

they just ain’t liking what they seeing in the mirror
why we always fighting?
don’t you see that i’m here
don’t put a freeze in the rear
if your please ain’t sincere
then you won’t find something real to lean on
just dream on
count on all your fingers
chopping up the product
serve it like subpoena’s
suboxone on your tongue
take em’ to the cleaners
parents shouldn’t tell the young
everyone’s a
act like you know me
this is what happens with partic-p-tion trophies
throw the puffer back in
tell the fish to blow me
degenerates or cronies
they lining up closely
stand in formation
the miseducated
yeah, my time was wasted
but you’re the one wasting
and pacing
and nodding
batman k!lled robbin
for getting in his pockets
you ain’t nothing but a sidekick
now you’re never seen
like a side b-tch

hook:

and the only time you get p-ssionate
is when i hit the blunt and ain’t p-ssing it

(smoke more and more, more)

now i ain’t p-ssing sh-t

(smoke more, and more, more)

no, i ain’t p-ssing sh-t

(smoke more, and more, more)

now i ain’t p-ssing sh-t

(smoke more, and more, more)

no, i ain’t p-ssing sh-t

- izzy strange

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