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letra de the spy who loved me - jimmy carter of the xxxix empire

“spring’s awakening”

ay yo – heavy off top don’t topple get profit from the boom pop bout to hit versace and room shop
cbd pen in the right pocket
i had to speak to the light socket the plugs gone
i need weed
f-ck man i need weed
sip veil till my brain bleed
no good for a man trying to withstand the soberness
sitting at work like i’m over this
shining on a crazy diamond that’s on hovas wrist
i wanna **** ** ***** and get it over with
play ball like press son
yes i’m a champ
every time i’m in the spot i get amped
can’t listen to them doubters i hit em with my stamp
hold more shade than a lamp
that last line was wack but so was your alb-m
gave a f-ck how much it sold
whether it went gold you got your fans and you aroused them
my sk!ll over 9000
still tryna get a point across
anoint the cross of hip-hop and call your boss
tell him or her: the bet is off
forget the cost collect the loss reflect exhaust respected the checks is frosty the snow man
soft
motherf-cker i’m strowman with the brawn
b-tch
i got firecracker tendencies
going off on a fuse, don’t tell me that it’s lit and don’t pretend to be, uh
can it please
ran my steez through all types of stages
played with machines in rages
paid off fiends to get played on your playlist
rap well but don’t say shit but your the same shit
annoying and idealistic so i vanquish
you a plain dish

“go west, young woman”

never sip a bud light
disgusting
smoke light bud heavy bud medium bud ‘iight
we get it
jimmy carter pathetic and don’t regret it
no reggie please
no miller bottle caps around here
strictly ipa and exotic we talking weed and brew
to nowhere i am leading you
at least i’m being honest
other cats just stunting and talking shit but they the wackest
they thinking they the answer but never been to practice
industry d-ck suckers they -ss kiss
i just want microphones on stages and cannabis in plastic
legal or illegal that shit got me talking like i’m william regal
pissing on mad seagulls and eagles
patiently waiting for a 10 with no pants a see through
come together so we can c-m together equal
let me get slipping in your own drowning station
put your mind in a matrix
get a 39 great fix
of good weed and great d-ck
yes it makes sense
show and prove like sun king when i bake shit

“then i began to scream”

selfish beyond knowing i don’t even realize
it just what it be like
heavy is the hand that will criticize
but something bout it just feels right
i go over the edge into over -n-lysis
cause of mental calluses
flaws get bent to challenges
i face everyday without pay
but the pain rearranges to strain and i mustn’t delay
i know everything okay, and the time it will take
to create something i’m happy with is worth break
give myself credit give myself a break nah mean
running everything son running everything
change winds blowing and the sun is still showing
my brain getting stronger my mind still growing
no excuse to get it no excuse for the value
love yourself i’ll show you how to

word is bond…

- jimmy carter of the xxxix empire

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