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letra de new 2018 bars - jimmy shields 1

i was barely mad and rarely sad when i saw your mom scantily clad/
it ain’t bad for chick who i’m used to seeing habitually glad/
her mind was warped when i told her o want to make the list on forbes and absorb the con ways from the norm/
i’m on my russian twist moving around the room on set gameboy color theme like tetris/
pause it my library of thoughts in my walk in closet as i pull out some bars and make sure they’re clear like a walk in bathroom /
accidentally made an invention on purpose while i nettled in alchemy/
inverse operations clashed another boomerang effect/
counterfeit products amid many angles/
we are the prisoner of our own melancholic creation/
not the regular math but this our standard deviation/
it was hard to p-ss this rubicon cause i didn’t afford bond/
around the merry go a ball of confusion for confucius call me mr.farrago/
this strange change of fate was a pivotal moment and a stark contrast of my pen/
swinging on a branch to blitzing upon blighted rumors/
exacerbated and saturated in complex disorders with syndrome squirms/
squeezing out relevant chants treasured values and gems in a gold ambulance/
on the books again jim n. tron the waver of the magic wand/

set 2

next time i want a full thrill stepping on explosiveness/
i see my brain on the turf of a mind field it’s my ordeal/
blithe by conversations that left me wonder/
engineering novel conditions relinquishing some of my checkered past/
setting up the next play my hand on the table prepping my pool shot throw out your ace/
the fox in the socks will fix this mosh so squash his ox /
then raise my ax when i tax they’re flock/
i ran like a flock seagulls as i figure out this basic building block/
inquisitive thoughts of my mental perception like the writings of ben franklins notepads/
i take jabs to defend my disquisition so relax /
darted my compet-tion so i’m pressed for a successful trial or a harrowing inquisition/
a sense of direction my attention span dialed to a higher purpose/
don’t do unspeakable things to me please/
the sandy beaches outside petting my flamingo on its feather drinking peach tea/
an ideal flaw of my character down onto my st-tch/
eyes in the back of my head so when i turn they call me expresso the ostrich/

- jimmy shields 1

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