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letra de bleak - kay10

got lube on me
feeling kinda smooth
getting in the groove to do something you’d never approve of
too loved, feeling it ooze from that cute little kitty sitting there cooling off
looking kinda pretty, really bare, chilling in that gritty chair
fifty pairs of pr-ckly pears in and out these creaky stairs
leaving pair of tube sock, used crocks and some lubes from the shoe shop
you know it’s too much and you shocked
but you know you need release, cash in hand no need for cheese
paper trail nah not for me, guess you can buy people’s pease
or at least on an hourly basis
cuz you need two of ‘em so that’s double time at double rates just
sit there, feel square, close your eyes they still there
even when they not working they still bare in a still stare
rubber circle rounds your manhood as she’s waiting there just stands stood
you know you can’t but should you be the man who booked her
an appointment with bland banana ointment then he dropped his pants, annoyed her
cause he booked it, ran away to shook to look back cause he felt bad so he left the bag of cash he had for the broke tramp
and now that hoe bag is left there broken cause she spent that dough on dope and overdosing on the opiates kobe hit the rim like this girl did for a living
shivering skin next to the bin, spitting out s-m-n
look at me pretending like i’m not the reason
this girl’s committing treason

clients feeling tired driving back home to their wives as she curls up
hugging knees, lifting them belts up
burn the metal tips then she’ll shove
that shiny little point into all of her joints
cause you know she gets annoyed
when her needle marks are showing
looking like a bee sting that little red thing’s the reason her job is pleasing men from season to season
they come and go
get it?
c-m and go
no you didn’t bro
cause you weren’t apart of the life, you weren’t a hoe
and i’ll give you credit for that
but the fact is, we know it’s a wrap
we’ll never know how f-cked it’s at
to be paid to get jizzed on
fizz out when business is strong
sitting there on your bum, in the slums
banging ya drum, ya trumpet and thumping the whole bunk bed
waitin’ on god to come, hopin’ he’ll fund

ya big lifestyle
stretched cars and latex high miles
and sell ya ride, i’ll slash its tires
smash the rightest hand pilon
puncture the rubber, she’s had 5 drivers
in the last six months that’s function my brother frequent flyers
gotta be at least a mile high just to scr-pe the ride height
take me at least five nights to hit the lights right
like it’s green the red but i’m feeling inbetween
something like orange while sipping on lean
you know we a team just packing it up
racking it up from the fiends that we shaking out bruh

not saying we’re the top of the food chain
but if you saying that we’re used to being played and -ssuming we prey
that’s a usual mistake and it’s foolish but hey
we’re cooler than shakes and even smoother than snakes
just too immature for debates too much jewellery for fakes
who knew that you wicked cakes raise bullsh-t when baked
it’s a shame sh-t gotta turn out this way
you haters make some pancakes with maple syrup and steer us into the clearance aye
cause i don’t want hear it, wait there’s statue of critics
hit the break, fast you saved us wait it’s
an atheist a dolph-in just swimming in the ocean of lame artists
commotions surrounding us folks and you sit back just joking
toking on that weed, smoking a j till it bleeds
you know it’s feeble and bleek, the people be on the street not even giving a sheet
or a blanket to the homeless
is it’s hopeless but how we suppose to trust a recovering addict with our own hard earn cheddar and woven fabric
cause i know i can’t, just lost my job and my aunt
seems like taken a stand is harder than breaking a man
leaving him lying there without a seat in a chair
it’s frequent he stares at the byp-ssers, creeped at his prayers
the seems are creaking on his cardboard at peak of the stairs
that’s the only place not covered it rain but even though we’re not that low it feels like i’m smothered in vain

- kay10

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