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letra de delinquent - jon james

[intro: hopsin & mcfee]
yo mcfee!
yo hold up i’m coming
come on man
what you guys doing?
oh sh-t, go, go
go, go!
yeah
yeah, son! (yeah son, yeah son)

[chorus: mcfee]
i-i-i’m up late, messin’ around
losing time that can’t be found
doing sh-t i’m not allowed
do what i want, when i want, b-tch (yessir!)
add’s how i get down
i’m drunk at some random house
doing sh-t i’m not allowed (yeah!)
i don’t give a f-ck, sl-t

[verse 1: mcfee]
i’m getting so cut, i’d make a suicidal team, with this wrist slit, look like he’s untouched
all down to two six and one cup
’cause we can die tomorrow, so let’s f-ckin’ live it up
[?] unprotected s-x, never know what you gon’ get
life’s worth it if the p-ssy fly like throwing around some pets (meow)
can’t bе rolling with regrets, ’cause thеy leave you feeling split like emotions for an ex (so f-ck it)
here’s a shot for our mistakes
and a motherf-ckin’ blunt for all the memories they made
there’s more memories to make, so let’s live it like i last
and get this f-ckin’ party jumpin’, till we l!ck it off her ass
i came here to lose my mind
and so far i’m doing it right
all my homies in the spot, all the p-ssy looks hot
yeah, let’s get wild tonight
[chorus: mcfee]
i-i-i’m up late, messin’ around
losing time that can’t be found
doing sh-t i’m not allowed
do what i want, when i want, b-tch (yessir!)
add’s how i get down
i’m drunk at some random house
doing sh-t i’m not allowed (yeah!)
i don’t give a f-ck, sl-t

[verse 2: hopsin]
grew up as a dum-dum, that all kids will run from
picking boogers outta my nostril, like “kid you want some?”
i lose in every freestyle battle, whenever lunch comes
and beat my d-ck thinking of women, ’cause i never humped one
they say my mind is far out, i gotta harsh out
i’m gonna being argumentative with a smart mouth
i pull up on your block and march down
and beat you f-ckin’ ass to death, yeah you were hard but you aren’t now
i wake up out my d-mn bed, feeling brain dead
and swinging to the industry, hanging from lil wayne’s dreads
i’m dissing rappers just to make bread
and i’ma tell my fans that they can go to h-ll, once my name’s spreads
settle down and grab a snack, tighten up this candle strap
shut up with your nonsenses, ‘fore you get your adam’s apple sn-tched
flow is so hard when it drop it’s gon’ make the gravel cracking
and i’ma get more paper than canibus doing battle raps
[chorus: mcfee]
i-i-i’m up late, messin’ around
losing time that can’t be found
doing sh-t i’m not allowed
do what i want, when i want, b-tch (yessir!)
add’s how i get down
i’m drunk at some random house
doing sh-t i’m not allowed (yeah!)
i don’t give a f-ck, sl-t

[verse 3: mcfee]
c-nt f-ck, b-tch (sl-t)
i got tourette’s, f-ckin’ up your piece of mind as china did tibet
time is always slippin’, v-g-n-s when they’re wet
so like a mushroom underground, i’m still tryna get a hit
yeah, it’s passing, and the mushrooms grow
i pop couple caps, feel the whole room glow (whoa)
i see some haters talking reckless with numerics
so i slap ’em till they don’t know where they stand like separated parents
i’m tryna levitate awareness, then living in the box
and have you [?] in generics
so it can get with my hysterics and be generated spirits
and we’ll erase some f-ckin’ havoc, making memories to cherish (yeah!)
i’ma sip it till i’m faded, get it wilding in this b-tch
[?] guarantee to make it
so let’s do this sh-t now, dawg, time’s not to be wasted
i’m like a midget doctor, i have very little patience
[interlude: hopsin & mcfee]
yo, ‘fee, what the f-ck are you doing man?
i’m operating on this midget bro
there ain’t no f-cking midget—
oh sh-t! there’s a f-ckin’ midget
sh-t! everybody there’s a midget dying in this room (clear!)
oh my god!
mid—get (come on), mid—get (oh my god!)
come on everybody mid—get, mid—get (clear), mid—get, mid—get (yo, i gotta pulse), mid—get
he’s alive, yeah!!

[chorus: mcfee]
i’m up late, messin’ around
losing time that can’t be found
doing sh-t i’m not allowed
do what i want, when i want, b-tch (yessir!)
add’s how i get down
i’m drunk at some random house
doing sh-t i’m not allowed (yeah!)
i don’t give a f-ck, sl-t

- jon james

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