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letra de trapanese* - jz (swe)

[intro]
i opened two gifts this morning and they were my eyes
dentist said i can grind in my sleep, i said she’s h-lla right
the only thing i’m kissing is my own crooked t–th (kmt, tsk)
you are what you eat, are you vegan or beef?

[verse]
i opened two gifts this morning and they were my eyes
dentist said i can grind in my sleep, i’m finna do it tonight
look at phil knight from nike, went from employee to chief
you said what? huh, haha, hop off his meat
check your room, i bet it’s dirty, clean it, do a sweep
make your bed, lay down, can’t sleep? count some sheep
or count your balance, do sum math smart woman or guy
wanna feel rich? just count the things you have that money can’t buy
stay humble, keep feedin’ the fire or it will turn into ash
don’t lеt your mouth write a check that yo’ ass can’t cash
so weak, allеrgy, here’s a peanut, deal with the rash
do you prefer hasselbacked or potatoes that’s mashed?
mushed up fatty back, they be calling it nyash
four different brands in a fit, they mix and match
won over five thousand cr matches, i’m a pro now
separate me from my pride, don’t call me by no pr-nouns
chilling wit’ my people, they my dawgs, they my blood hounds
layover, got upgraded, eating good in the food lounge
getting to know new york, i feel like karl-anthony towns
all things considered, it was taken into account
maybe things would go better if i took a different route
what’s the meaning of life? i know it’s very profound
when talking ’bout food, ain’t no such thing as haram
broad day seeing stars, means you’ve been knocked down
head still spinnin’ around, it’s time to surrender
or if you stand up ‘fore the count, let punch return to sender
activate an element, call me the last airbender
month 11, it goes unbeaten like arsène wenger
ain’t n0body dapping you up, unless you’re one of the members
worked on this song from october to mid-november
i want all the smoke, him and her, no matter the gender
before the watermelon i be cravin’ the chicken tenders
eating so much protein, my farts start to smell like eggs
do you prefer drums or flats or the big chicken legs?
kn-bs grinding back and forth, they’re like bmx pegs
get pegged by bmx pegs, then you get cycling aids
hurts too much to walk, you gon’ need aiding wheels
after writing these bars, think i’m a special needs
this a trap type beat inspired by veeze
my buddies e & l, they’re brewing berried meads
have you ever met anyone that cheers on leeds?
not christian but i mimic ray sayin’, “god did”
“sewey”, when cr7 met with ishowspeed
bark like a dog or do somethin’ to surprise me
mastered mind over matter, don’t try to entice me
pain in the ass and all, that could declan rice be
i’m not british but sometimes i do sip on my ice tea
call me j-yn when i ski, wearin’ a black shiesty
life’s like makin’ a dough, it’s comin’ together nicely
we take this seriously, we don’t take this sh-t lightly
like almighty big v, go ’bout speak of me highly
after the dinner wit’ the spinning table, every uncle tryna pay
verses on top of verses, you’ve now reached the finale
feenin’ for a sweet one to 69 like suga-sean o’malley
been needin’ a bad break, let’s ride an rv to santa fe
imagine waking up next to a ladyboy saying, “namaste” (ayo)
panic ensues, boutta say “bye-bye, have a nice day”
but after lil’ goku-checkin’ it’s a her, you be like, “nah-i’ma-stay”
then it was one drunk night away from accidentally being gay
but we straight tho, dodging opposites like maradona, diego
like soulja boy, i’ma be first to pop you wit’ this draco
strap up, we’re coming ganged up like nato
love a milk chocolate, maybe made in trini-tobago
mushed up nyash has the texture like playdoh
mad cheesin’, whippin’ up a fettuccine alfredo
that aura sweepin’ in like a flood and a ‘nado
refer to me as el patrón, head honcho like quavo

- jz swe

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