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letra de earthbound - jc animus

[intro: steven smith & tyler the creator]
and what about your lyrics?
what about ’em?
what are you saying in your lyrics?
nothin’, sh-t to p-ss old white people off like you

[chorus]
f-ck a bag, b-tch, i′m filling up a suitcase (uh, huh)
money counter double up upon my two chains (what)
i’m her dad so i tell her what to do, ayy (okay)
i.k. k!llers f-ck with us we′ll shoot at you, ayy (okay, okay)

[verse 1]
it’s all about the money and the power
i got no joy
plastic, tonka toy
childish out the trunk, boy
no feelings like an android
b-tch, i’m paranoid
shut up, shut the f-ck up
i’m always annoyed
calamity, agony, life′s a fallacy
alchemy in my head
got me hoping that i die happily
stripes up on my shirt
look like saturn rings in the galaxy
sit alone in my room
try to naturally keep my sanity, uh
[bridge]
ooh (yah, [?])
huh, huh?
huh, huh, huh?

[chorus]
f-ck a bag, b-tch, i′m filling up a suitcase
money counter double up upon my two chains
i’m her dad so i tell her what to do, ayy
i.k. k!llers f-ck with us we′ll shoot at you, ayy

[verse 2]
call me spikе wit the glock and a cigarette
dеadly weapon on my back like cloud, b-tch, i am a threat
slade via switchblade
join our renegades
if i can’t do it with a knife, i’ma chuck grenades
need a ride or die like unit 2b, uh
i ain′t happy, feeling glad gorillaz 2d, uh
throw a needle from my facem, zoldyck illumi, uh
you ain’t doing sh-t, don′t say your life a movie, uh
two steps ahead
i know what you ’bout to say
in my own league call me larry, oh hey
i’m 6-foot. 7, b-tches, i sprayed down like wayne
covered in all black drippin’ red lookin’ like i’m kane
my mental hurtin’
this life’s a burden
my whip is skrrtin
your bucket′s swervin’
my nes sitting on my desk, no dust
laying in my bed listen to bones, play rust
earth bound wit’ it
south town wit’ it
on sight, hold my liquor, yeezus down wit’ it
p-ssy so good, i might drown in it
fake smile stuck in frown, walk around in it
n-ggas really think they untouchable
how gullible, but you are untrustable
and ’bout dry as a motherf-cking lunchable
and your attitude better be adjustable
like car seat, sharp like turf stuck on a cleat
vans, off the wall be on my feet
cliff, what′s stopping me from taking leap
all evil souls i will reap (you feel me?)

- jc animus

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