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letra de f.o.o.l (fruits of our labour) - jsv

pauly said “my bro you started rapping better”
acapella crisp, spin it backwards, sounds like devil chatter
f-ck about a rapper what i give or what i think
stick a pin between my flow, they try to but it doesn’t fit
tell the world to suck a d-ck
sixty eight up in this b-tch
sick from mixing death up in my drink
i shouldn’t but i swig
sip it slow, my throat it sting
lucid dreams, issues it brings back
did some this-that
now stumble on the track tryna piece it together
slow my thoughts to render, head it spin off pill propeller
mood change worse than weather still don’t switch
i wish the loyalty was similar
karma from my past, i guess it never ends
pester people dirty, we still wishing them the very best
friends and enemies exchange positions, lay the f-ck in bed
go from breaking bread to hate embedded in their f-cking head
she think i’m obsessed cause words i said in song i haven’t dropped
3 years on clock, like how they hearing songs i haven’t dropped
bars and billy punching, fingers up inside the casket
demon boy, i troy and horse around but be a b-st-rd
script myself an overdose, juggalo, we be plastered
the f-ck inside the blunt i blow i don’t know i ain’t asking
no questions
speak it not, but see and hear a lot in my section
they ain’t front for cameras, see them front for the mirror
i lack to mention c-nts that with ya winning biting the fingers
fiends feeding off my energy
leeching charisma, they call it chemistry
i call it riding d-ck, they getting b-llsy so vasectomy
f-cks i give are sold separately
i see the call, i let it ring, forgetting what they said to me
that’s gronk term memory losses
ignore the props, we cut the extras to get the profit
i nurture crops, the roots are bitter but strengthen the soul
fruits of labour, pray we eat ’til the day that we old

- jsv

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