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letra de next - kig v2

“that’s what they doin’ cameron
they actin’ like these singers, man
i ain’t goin’ to the studio until i got a situation”
(are you awake?)

[verse 1]
breathe
there is no “next” to see
you’re here in ecstasy
the very best it be
and if you think not, you know where the exit be
from pink you flopped, and ‘til you think up in the blue is god
this sh-t hard
as the peer-dulled ritual chisel to etch on thee
if your food has been poisoned, don’t blame the fork, man, check the recipe
poignancy held in stealth, definitely, love, joy and wealth, preferably
my humanity heredity, though blessed it be, will be the death of me
how we treat each other, need not be discrepancy, but our decisions be dumb
why hope need be provisions, when it’s the love we all want?
but the past, it has won, separate’s a fate we done brung
desolate our way of life, and look to the artist to erase the glum
they entertainment in the balance, but no, no, no, they don’t love us
“why you sad with all ‘em talents, bruh?” like, homie, shut the f-ck up
just f-cking puked my guts up, up in the am, thinking will i?
keep my game brushed, press play, shush-shush, d-d-day past dusk until i’m
too big to fail, like citigroup
approach female to sitting group
“kig, i mean you well, i, do, but of late you been like really, really douche,”
laughing fellow dudes dishevel bellowed past truth, girlfriend on the ringer now
oops, i blabbered, “live together,” now that’s the only thing we think about

[bridge]
it’s about time, my laces retied
they ain’t too chummy when you on ya runway, why? let a man free-fly
can’t you see why?
all this “fun” to me’s mundane, tryna cuddle up with the free life
it ain’t kindly man
“breathe,”
that’s what they say to you
they f-cking baited you…

[verse 2]
“your quote-quote line of work’s a f-cking gutter dream
at most you’ll find it blows off under-weather steam
but i think you need your rudder tweaked
you plus real world makes me shudder, noah
of other rappers, there’s no number, noah
wanna crush your chance to further suffer, noah
ayyou ain’t no donald glover, ain’t see no samoa
your skin ain’t even kinda mocha,”
but this poet’s got persona
leasing mona’s, rolling deep
froze altruistic, opened greed
on my own time, caught my own sh-t, dropping flips off stolen sleep
reeling from my clock, like, they thought i’d stop at the first hit
renting out friends, spending these tens, waking up then, like, “that wasn’t even worth it,”
where were they when my net was worth sh-t?
i told them my ascent was certain
but they kept talking sh-t, slept on the kig
or had suspicions i’d blow up, and chose to fake cordial sh-t
and on i’m a graveyard shift, i’ll know the radar blipped, miles ahead
they trying caper sh-t, abd i’m on my bazaar sh-t, with an icicle head
take a cent, i’ll saber your hand, ‘n f-cking trademark it
b-tch

- kig v2

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