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letra de lewd life - jazz

[verse 1]
eyes open, on my homie’s couch
how the f-ck i end up in here?
but i smell bacon
find the kitchen, pull up a chair yo
“goodmorning miss.”
night robe, she saw me stare
ate the plate clean
took my morning p-ss and prepared for the day
this n-gga still sleeping
i upturned the speakers
nothing, not even peeking
so i grabbed my bag, my board
shook out the front door
tricycle on the porch, i ain’t see it (f-ck)
stretched out on the lawn
i felt the iphone ring
pulled it out my pocket with a cracked screen
maxine
i couldn’t slide to answer, now i’m p-ssed
my bad luck’s already started, how is this?
but f-ck it
i proceed to the corner where the bus is
i dug in, whip out my wallet like i was rich
but one dollar short of a one-fifty fare
the driver like “how you gon ride with 50 cents?”
uhh…the bus pulled off quick, i wasn’t on it though
pushed like a mile
pretty soon i heard a h-rn approach
it started low, got loud right next to me
hanging out the window was my only bro
i ran to the car, jumped in
face scrunched in cause i’m smelling h-lla funk from the glove box
he nodded twice, nahh thrice
said, “it’s only right.”
now i’m the highest thing in sight, give a dove props
the griddiest, in sin city lascivious living
so when these chicks get next to us i lock eyes
but telling her to follow us was not wise
cause my brothers like, “i’mma drop you off son, i got ties.”
-sigh- gonna be a long sketchy -ss day son
and right now i tripping out at the gas station

[hook]
day in the life of me
if only you can live a day in life as me
you might see why i am how i am
young n-gga don’t give a f-ck
it’s cause i’m stuck in this crazy -ss life of me

day in the life of me
if only you can live a day in life as me
you might see why i do sh-t i do
young n-gga don’t give a f-ck
it’s cause i’m stuck in this crazy -ss life of me

[verse 2]
halfway home looking forward to a shower
been thinking all day bout what food to devour
plus i’mma hit up ben, make some beats for that filthy tape
2012 ends once i let the world get a taste
finally made it home
knock knock, give a minutes wait
awwwww shiiitt

[outro]
-friday excerpt-

- jazz

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