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letra de socallous - jet thuman

the move to socal made me so callous
i was a cool child, now i’m such a cold savage
let me go wild, please, lemme go bananas
sho nice style mixed with some mean manners
said let me go wild, bish, lemme go bananas
sho nice style mixed with some mean manners
coz the move to socal made me so callous
i was a cool child, now i’m such a cold savage
let me go wild, please, lemme go bananas

when i’m on the west coast, i can see palm trees
sp-ce ghost coast to coast to this calm breeze
sick tricks on a board land bolts, strong st–ze
feel it in my core: i’m in store for some long fees
cold nights, bomb trees, bold fights, bong cheese
hittin resin blessed blunts that make my mom sneeze
chillin with degenerates, derelicts with bum knees
feeling it when i whip hard on these streets
marred from gl-ss at the riverbed where i meet
the punks from cl-ss with the nicotine-stained t–th
as a teen i grieved for the pain in my feet
after walking miles i’d rather skate in this heat
hate for myself i debate what to be
in a city full of angels aiming at me
cuz i don’t know sublime and i don’t really like the beach
don’t know who wrote the song but i kinda like the beat
the music of los angeles erased my history
left engravings in my parchment that only i can read

now the move to socal made me so callous
i was once a cool child but now this cold savage
needs to go wild, he bout to go bananas /
that’s a sho nice style mixed with some mean manners
said let me go wild, bish, lemme go bananas

got a go-nuts flow it goes wit my double a swagger
all-american liar selling trouble-laid daggers
slip it in these witches wit the dam-building badgers
cloaking in downey being seen just makes me madder
i mean what does it matter
anarchy on my mind poison in my bladder
p-ssin on the walls of the big mad hatter
suppressing humpty falls, dancing in the dump
it’s all one crazy party from winter to fall
once summer comes ’round the corner and calls
stumbling through town tripping b-lls
stripping bras, ripping malls, getting tossed
we get lost, drink ross, being boss, and think
pausing for seconds at a time
til the hours that i spent became chambers in my mind
that i filled with memories of friends, acquaintances of mine
which i found by being a relation they could find
to have their faith revived and renewed
i be dude that only wanna screw but instead sits and broods
posts your mom’s nudes, gets a good grip on your b00bs
and tries to take a pick to the truth
mad sk!lls in ‘n’ outta cities, this good kid cool

- jet thuman

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