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letra de light off - jogger (rapper)

[verse 1]
2 tequilas, that’s 2 mistakes
f-ck a mower, i shoot the snakes
black sheep, no lamb, no super 8
got beef, no land, my suit is grey
but my knuckles red, from your face, dog
that’s an eye, for an eye, no days off
me and my amigo boutta takeoff
and all the work i been up on aboutta pay off
and i whip and i drip when i drive off
and i can’t explain
how i’m tripping you b-tches it pile on
i can’t stand the pain
so give it a minute, i’m right on
let’s go day to day
i flip it and live with the light off
while i pave the way
so i’m talking like n0body hearing my cries
only thing falling, the tear in my eyes
everything good, i ain’t here to divide, but i’m watching the look when they fear for their lives
i was just a little kid and knew i had potential
ain’t n0body voting, but my sh-t is presidential
gin in my capri sun, feeling sentimental
i don’t really get to rocking, but i think i need a medal but

[hook]
i’ve been moving backwards, can’t let y’all in front of me
i need more disasters, that sh-t keep me company
i still hear the laughter, ain’t n0body wanted me
turn another chapter blowing money like it’s fun for me
and i whip and i drip when i drive off
and i can’t explain
how i’m tripping you b-tches it pile on
i can’t stand the pain
so give it a minute, i’m right on
let’s go day to day
i flip it and live with the light off
while i pave the way

[verse 2]
you want a shortcut and i want a map
i wanna seek who gon’ hide in the back
you want your money to be like a stripper, but homie this sh-t won’t fall right in your lap
i want that b-tch that i saw walking by
but she only boutta walk right f-ckin past
she don’t know what she aboutta be missing, cuz i’d buy a house off of writing a rap
happy summer hoe! yeah
i could buy a summer home, yeah
and i’m sipping, rum and c0ke, in that bungalow, mic up in my hand, b-tch i’m f-ckin home
that ain’t nothing, though
iphone, the apple of my eye, yeah
are you sad enough to cry? yeah
are you mad enough to die? nah
go fish, i got no blues
the bubbles only wanna blow me
no strings attached, that’s no shoes
but i don’t ever get cold feet
never forget, i be the elephant in the room
only regret, is i never said it when it’s soon
feeding my family, but never get it in my spoon
and i’m better, whenever i think i’m headed to the moon

- jogger rapper

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