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letra de fire in my heart - jack kurtz

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[chorus]
i grew up there what a looser
i can’t stand no crazy hoover
lord knows you’ve been busy
i grew up in nola city
and see i grew up poor, i probably didn’t have two dollars
with canons hanging from our necks like it’s a cray lil’ circus
i finally grew up and matured and manned up
you oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much
n0body seems to care we so complacent with the vacancy
when i grew up, i was thrown from agency to agency
you know the story, forget questions, i grew up different ways
[verse 1]
all my sh-t designeri drilled your girl in versace, boy
i got a studio for christmas, best wishes, im breaking rhymes like a
listen busters, scarier when i finger love her
breaking down the underground call me a gold digger
break my shin wit a breaking pin
lookin’ for some action
gave me a burn on my hurting heart
like d-mn mama the reason i work hard
the wrenching of my guts, the breaking of my heart and watching my
and n-ggas slippin if they think the f-cking grip is a lie
breaking my back for that minimum wage,angry like a lion biting through his cage
more like the mixtape presidentbarack o’drama!it was definitely time for change
burst through the seams without breaking a sweat
you tryin hard to maintain, then go head

[chorus]
i grew up there what a looser
i can’t stand no crazy hoover
lord knows you’ve been busy
i grew up in nola city
and see i grew up poor, i probably didn’t have two dollars
with canons hanging from our necks like it’s a cray lil’ circus
i finally grew up and matured and manned up
you oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much
n0body seems to care we so complacent with the vacancy
when i grew up, i was thrown from agency to agency
you know the story, forget questions, i grew up different ways
[verse 2]
these hoes say i’m a poet i try to make em different
i’m not pretendin’ or fake man, just mention my name and
had to say it twice, its gettin’ late
its fictional just like your rap career, fake
and f-ck your senators’ fake ass sympathies
feed n-ggas sh-lls like my motherf-cking beach is nice
they vaguely decipher my language
you a fake little girl cause you just a dumb b-tch
you other b-tches is fake, just like baloney
and my hadukid is watch how i do them, see
ain’t n0body checking for your garbage
you a fake little girl cause you just a dumb b-tch
its either your real or your fake – no in between
all my n-ggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

[chorus]
i grew up there what a looser
i can’t stand no crazy hoover
lord knows you’ve been busy
i grew up in nola city
and see i grew up poor, i probably didn’t have two dollars
with canons hanging from our necks like it’s a cray lil’ circus
i finally grew up and matured and manned up
you oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much
n0body seems to care we so complacent with the vacancy
when i grew up, i was thrown from agency to agency
you know the story, forget questions, i grew up different ways

- jack kurtz

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