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letra de mad. - ​kai

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[verse: pepto b]
all these thoughts gon’ k!ll me slowly
all these thots gon’ leave me lonely
all these dudes gon’ act real sketchy
makin’ me watch my circle closely
these hoes like tools, gonna have the money raking
if this beat was a cake, i’d be baking
bum ass b-tches clingin’ on to my making
didn’t want me back then but now you hating
b-tch, back off my big stacks
kai gave this beat a nice smack
burning so hot you need an icepack
your mom bumpin’ the beat, you know she like that
mad! what’s the definition of it
mad! how i’m feelin’ sick from it
mad! like knots stuck in my stomach
mad! now you know who’s coming
pay for degrees whilе i’m counting up p’s
3rd degrees for when they disagree
samе b-tches back then would be on their knees
but when i see ’em now, all i do is tease
pull out the flintlock like i was in the cover “stokeley”
pull back the trigger, leave his face looking grossly
not gonna care about these hoes remotely
not gonna care if i leave these hoes lonely
mad like a bull, 2 straps, no h-rns
poppin’ heat at ’em like he was corn
in a fortnight, they’ll find his body in the storm
the bodies stay cold while my strap stay warm
mad! how i trust no-one else
mad! how i’m only true to myself
mad! how he’s on the ground hearing bells
mad! how that’s the twelfth round i’ve dealt
[verse: ejm]
i got myself in a box and i feel like i’m not even trying to get out
and the global crisis ’bout to blow the prices, makin’ bands but we stuck in a drought, huh
sh-t could be different but humans don’t listen like f-ck are they talkin’ about?
makin’ decisions, to h-ll with religion, you know that i had to go find me a route, let’s get it
back in the day we were too busy learnin’
now momma knows that i’m too busy earnin’
you’d think i’m a pyro, these woods i be burnin’
but don’t try to play, this the stand-alone version
ain’t heard of me but claiming that they’d murder me for certain
before you get the burner, better make sure that it’s workin’
i got plenty mothaf-ckas that’ll make you close the curtain
buy a birkin for your b-tch, i bet she want a better person
f-cka’ better know that if he come through
to my studio, he’ll be bringin’ his boo
and the sh-t that we smoke h-lla sticky like glue
my b-tch is 5’7″, i call her haiku
and i might be up in her mouth like hi-chews
this a game of b-tches, my boy, you might lose
this a game of spittin’, i’m makin’ the right moves
and i made it this far by proving what i do
breakin’ out a zip and a new game of sorry!
i could buy an iphone but i hate using safari
she took a tab now her eyes be lookin’ starry
now i got her biting on her finger like charlie
get it poppin’ in a party with baddies sippin’ bacardi
if the lames smokin’ hard, we replacing it with the marley
and they say that i been k!llin’ sh-t, calling me “moriarty”
but i gotta keep it on me for when this sh-t getting gnarly
i’m mad!
[verse: kai]
don’t wanna make it obvious
but it’s kinda hard when i’m barely consious
i do everything to push it away
for god’s sake, just go the f-ck away
like a train on the southside
i’m derailing, decaying like the past that made me
what can i do to make it alright?
lesser the better, i’m not one to judge, nah
cut the words into my skin
no i’ll never sleep again
my own grave is my own sin
i don’t owe myself anything
gasoline lit while i sing
asking just where have i been
hanging strings like a puppet
i give in

[bridge: kai]
no i
no i don’t see
what you see in me
just let me
just let me be
no i
no i don’t see
what you see in me
just let me
just let me be

- kai

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