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letra de thoughts from a balcony (remix) - j. venom

jv
smg

[verse 1: j. venom]
got sweat on my back like a layer of frost
i’m something raw, like i’m f-ckin’ lara croft
got dreams to make money like i’m microsoft
so start buying stock before i start taking off
f-ck the past, this the new wave of the golden age
i think to myself as i’m walking off stage
anyways, i’m past the days of minimum wage
spitting hard until i choose to f-ckin’ disengage
i’m at the age where i really don’t like much
beyond hip-hop, heroin, and maybe a little m-ff
maybe some dark with a little salt in it
some cloudy sake, and man that’s about it
doctor doctor, i don’t know where to begin
i can’t walk outside without some pills in my hands
ya’ll say that it’s just a bit of anxiety
but why do i feel like f-ckin’ jumping from this balcony?
maybe a cap of psilacetin will make me feel better
trip b-lls so hard i meet god and we talk bout the weather
see trees wave into shapes that i have never seen
and watch water fractalize into patterns like moon beams
i’m fading out, maybe another shot will help
so i take enough to feel like i’m not myself
old timers talk like this sh-t’s some growing pains
but when the f-cks it end? i’m 24, sh-t’s still the same
j. venom
smg global network

[verse 2: dextro]
thoughts from this man, what did ya’ll expect
still get respect, still f-ckin’ uglier than shrek
we bless text over beats, it’s hiphop, scripture
she said she loves my rhymes, in due time i’ll flip her
rip it up, rip her up, man i do not give a f-ck
no delay, nac, fake cats are out of luck, that’s whats up
man we coming for that crown
even if it’s made of th-rns yo i’ll never put it down
don’t come around sucka, cause you’ll catch a couple hundred blows
haters talkin trash and leave with broken nose
it’s all about the flows, glow brighter than mr. burns
taking four tokes of the spliff because i missed my turn sh-t
ya’ll be leavin in an urn, and i’m turnin into ashes
dextro, sky high, burning all types of hashes
f-ckin cl-ssic, ya’ll are f-ckin spastic
half of these rappers are fake f-cks like plastic
ya’ll ain’t even half real like silicone t-tties
man i hate most these people but i got love for my city
yo come and get with me, dextro and j. venom
gonna tell em, flip beats and no i don’t sell em
leave em dwellin in they h-ll for actin so smart
and i smoke so many trees but never gonna blaze bark
no sticks, no seeds, man i copped the fine bud
and never be as high with j with h in his blood

[outro]

- j venom

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