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letra de pills - jacob zl

[verse 1: jacob zl]
she was seemin’ so distant
24/7 always asking to get lifted
she swung her seven digits in a couple days, i was up in it
receivin’ all these fiber gl-ss kisses
she got plans, i headed off to princeton
i’m in the studio, still sippin’ lipton
feelin’ like a bad boy but i never been a piston
just watch as these bars glisten
my name’s buzzin’ like bill clinton, and his mistress
monica lewinsky, everybody started asking where’s the whiskey
old friends now claiming that they f-ckin’ miss me
a lot’s changed but i’m still pushing packs through my city
my viewers gettin’ quite misty
i’m tryna be in the 1960’s
pink cadillac
and the matter of the fact is that i’m the coldest cat in the culdesac, get up off my sack

[hook: jacob zl] x 2
i remember, crying in my kitchen
cause i could never swallow pills
now i’m snortin’ them through hundred dollar bills, cigarette ash lining up my windowsills

[verse 2: jacob zl]
as cl-ss p-sses, we exchange glances, my priorities change from you to fat -sses
foreign -ssets and attracting people by the m-sses, like robb banks
i stop needin’ any practice
you could play the part, but i know you not an actress
so you ain’t comin’ when i’m travelin’ to atlas
i’m duckin’ you like i’m c-ssius, so don’t try to catch up with an elusive fugitive
rollin with numerous lunatics, tryna sell overseas with them tunafish
i’m not used to this, sinister silence, that seems to be always right behind us after sippin’ like 9 cups

[hook: jacob zl] x 2
i remember, crying in my kitchen
cause i could never swallow pills
now i’m snortin’ them through hundred dollar bills, cigarette ash lining up my windowsills

[verse 3: jacob zl]
now she’s askin’ what’s good with this new sh-t, saying that i’m nothing but a f-cking nuisance
spending too much time on this godd-mn music, like jacob you been seemin’ so translucent
maybe we should take a break and stop being so exclusive
for now i could finally focus on flying out to houston
and like hov before ’01, blowing up with no blueprint
and after all, i’m still poppin’ adderall just to feel like a king of weekends in the fall
but at the end of the day nothin’s changed and i’m still not gettin’ any calls

[hook: jacob zl]
i remember, crying in my kitchen
cause i could never swallow pills
now i’m snortin’ them through hundred dollar bills, cigarette ash lining up my windowsills

- jacob zl

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