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letra de what do i do - jacob price

what do i do jay?
cause everybody’s talkin bout me like i’m a fruitcake
and i don’t wanna walk around steppin’ on goose eggs
the only sh-lls i wanna be standing on top of are droppin’ from a twelve gauge
blaow! see me draggin’ it ill bill
style! fallin asleep at the wheel cause
i’m high as a motherf-cker can’t come down
nah, too much herb in my hometown
“why do you even do it?”
i don’t really know
maybe life, to get me through it with somethin to show
most of the time you can find me with some of that dro
and the rest you can catch me with some of that flow
you say “that ain’t original
it sounds like eminem and tech n9ne went and got his mom pregenant
and he sound like t-pain when he’s singin’ it
and he can’t decide if he smokes cigarettes”
just leave me alone
and don’t worry what the f-ck i’m up to
there’s no hurry, baby, don’t get fl-stered
i’m tryin’ ta do the thing perfectly. watcha want from me?
lemme take a stab at ya gut, gut
lemme guess, guess ya want me to f-ck up, up. sup?
i figured that you probably suck cause
i ain’t heard a dope track from you yet partner
buckle up. the roller coaster bout to go bump bump
i wanna hear me comin’, comin’ out of your trunk, trunk
give ya a lil’ some, some old fashioned fun, ha
we laugh and run til’ we come undone
stunned? let your bun down
let your feet run round
adrenaline come down never cause we confounded
and we’re a little confused cause all the rhymes have already been used
like orange
got my studio in a storage, horace
pour us a bowl of porridge and pull us into a forest
horse orgy p-rn for us, forced upon us
fornication for forty h-rny wh0r-s with kitanas. judo chop
a death grip comin’ from a sumo spock
it only exists where bludo walks
a labyrinth laced with a f-cked up clock
where you don’t stop like a ritalin binge
methamphetamines in a syringe
sh-t i was born. and i been a jerk since
alright, maybe not. probably only since 10
but, it doubled since then
i can pretend i gotta heart made of gold
but, in the end i can’t stop growing old
got no use for a soul
so i sold it for one hip hop blunt that i’m holding

- jacob price

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