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letra de bufula - jackaltheblackal

[part i: bufu]

[verse]
dug out
dumps when they double dirty; your muddy clumps, muddled head murky
much of the running water, rusting my bed, i’m turned and stuck
studded legs, leaking pen and a stuffy nose; i’m throwing
lead, less suppose to be gutted, fro needed cutting; wasn’t
near the f-cking clutch to end and blow my sh-t, my tone ain’t even
fit or at least what i think; not for a lending presence, stick to a
foreground, but rather for the back of vids, so slacking p-ssed be
fore now, maybe still in bro’s; filling void mixing mist, be keeping
company, “guzzle cheese beforе you hear a couple breathе”
weakening my priorities, speaking breeze not for long on lease
seeking people; ceased afford to see, winter fleece in that store for me
hopeless only this christmas eve, told me it’s over living these
moments and days, throwing the prayers, those was my staying grace
playing slowly down graves when no gripping means on my mains of my
own values, stone statue when given the groaned “tell you”s
makeshift decision so i ain’t expect a salutation; tame
spit delivers ain’t what i use to, a bag of die hard
bitter begging patches; willing to use just only as bruised food
booze dishes, soon to be wishing for hooping back but losing
swishes, sick back at trips laid, fist lacks a switch
blade, sip nade but slips today, p-ss poor to pick to
pack up cos i’m afraid, say it’s b-tch made, a bit stale
big failure to keep my pennies from score, cos now i’m kept from
flourishing around that mall today
and doing more today
[outro]
how many times can i count the times tripping? sh-t
mouth wide the minimum, my freddofrog ribbiting
outside the minimum, headstrong feel different
today, ribbons aren’t for fitting for a shoelace

[part ii: la]

[verse]
spoilt – you sealed down in my
consciousness, my meal not really filling for they stomach, gills is
k!lled for a pocket filled with tears, here on far end of my
dearest way of knocking sh-t down
clear out for a park in pen, steering allowed go loosely now in
darkened seconds droogie dropping food, that’s fuel; the larger crumbs go
wasted – who go mask us then; no
hearing for a bark but sense, feel like horton, real unsorted
rooms full i embarked right in; it’s doomed, slump a fired imp, i’m
tired limp a cartridge in a
super shottie; ski mask fighting, trunk don’t fit a re-up, sit
ironic that a punk go say it’s peanuts so he
struggling, gun pumping – sh-t
mood ain’t c-cky; face the other way, fear run the other pen
deals with a jotting pad; stupid pins go calm in clutch i’m feeling
moves in a carcass; ringing
sealed in those fingers, i’m bringing meals for my n-ggas never
real for a picture then, and sh-t you pray
i’m really built for it all
[outro]
they find my language foolish crude
if you think i’m speaking nonsense just note she thinks i’m fluent too
i don’t need you spilling teardrops through my telephone

- jackaltheblackal

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