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letra de fill my cup - james lucid

i’m feelin like it’s 09 i got the sun on my skin
cuz b—- its summertime i’m divin head first into sin
so hide ya purses and kids cuz we live from the incinerator
i got dutches with no bud and i got buds with no refrigerators
my visions greater than all of my circumstances
watch me circumvent that sh-t without the same old song and dancin
she let me treat her like a canvas just because i’m handsome
i’m clutching something fine like i’m tryna procure the ransom
and i ain’t got no phantom tryna roll like royce tho
i’m 5’6″ but 6’5″ when i raise my voice bro
anoint hoes like rivеr jordan
i’m rockin timbs edens garden
animal, i dеfy the theories of darwin
james hardened from the public school era just like my idol
i been a rhyme slayer born for hours of reprisal
i advise you to to crack a cold one
release your inhibitions
f-ck the world and anything
that tries to keep you constricted uh
no pot to p-ss in but the pot got us lifted
i had dreams of playin shows and f-ckin r and b b-tches
instead i robbed a few riches and fled down the robert moses
so i got the bolt cutters for foes tryna control us, hold up

feel the friction of the world on my soul
i’m holding all my sins and i can’t let go
i’m way passed tense i let the good vibes flow
i stroll slow through h-ll with both eyes closed
all my life i been dying of thirst
i needed water but they cut us off right after the first
it’s gets worse but i ain’t trippin i levitate through it all
ain’t an angel like chris but i accept all my flaws
i’m ownin all my mistakes and i’m tracin my miss steps
sh-t i’m rockin crown of thronz the way i’m mentally vexed
but f-ck it, what’s next? cuz we truthfully can’t predict it
born afflicted on the fast track to getting convicted
trippin, pullin up with apple bags full of oregano
they cane back high so i bagged excedrin and said it’s snow
yall are slow i learned adult lessons through adolescence
off the street by the time that ya lawyers approached the benches
not to mention i remember when the cheese didn’t melt
putting groceries back on the shelf you can’t imagine how that felt
h-ll, i don’t believe but i’m ready for whatever fate
i’ll know i did my best if i get sent back from heavens gates, wait

feel the friction of the world on my soul
i’m holding all my sins and i can’t let go
i’m way passed tense i let the good vibes flow
i stroll slow through h-ll with both eyes closed

oh, fill my cup
i been grinding all my life and i still ain’t up
but so what
i still feel it my soul
and this is all i’ll ever know

- james lucid

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