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letra de slummer 4 junkies - killer mike

[intro]
summer was when he really grew up, became a man
but it slipped through your fingers so quick
only thing you had left to hold on to was the memories

[verse 1]
stay high and holy, ain’t into watches, don’t mind the rollie
i ain’t a pastor, you b-st-rds, i keep a black pistol-y
chubby young jit, talk sl!ck, rollin’ like roly polies
fifteen, my girlfriend was thick and she would slowly blow me
i would beat it down when she’d come around
she was down, she would help me sack up my nicks and dimes
she was fine, i was in my feelings, i was out my mind
it’s that, it’s that, it’s that teenage love, makin’ love, no glove
it’s that, it’s that, it’s that ’bortion money, gotta get it up
it’s that, it’s that i still feel like we still k!lled our baby girl
it’s that, it’s that it get worsе-er, had a baby by her thug
it’s that finally understand why womеn go to church and hum
you can hear them with a hurt so deep they heart can’t come back from
smile and make each other cum, but could not overcome the slum
i remember the last time that we made love on her mama’s sofa
told me she was pregnant by this older n-gga and it’s over (it’s over)

[chorus]
promises
promises, promises, promises, promises, promises, promises
promises
promises, promises, promises, promises, promises, promises
promises
promises, promises, promises, promises, promises, promises
promises
promises, promises, promises
[verse 2]
a couple summers and our teenage love had turned to somethin’ slummer
i couldn’t love her like i used to, she’s somebody’s baby mama
but she called me to come over when she go to see her mama
and we make love and she talk about her stress and all her drama
after project light would shine through the project window blinds
i would slowly stroke her body, i would pick and poke her mind
i asked her, “what you gonna be?” and she said, michael, i’m gonna be fine”
told me with my brilliant mind (mind), “you gon’ be better than fine (fine)
told me i had places to travel and she really wasn’t into flyin’
told me i was more than a dope boy, don’t follow the deaf, dumb and blind
then seen her a couple of times and told her, “hey, baby, i owe you”
she hugged me, held on me tight, “you did it, michael, i told you”
you did it, michael, i told you

[post-chorus]
so many promises
promises
promises
so many promises
promises
promises (so many promises, yeah)
ayy
[interlude]
yeah, yeah, yeah
hey, yeah
ooh (promises, promises, promises)

[verse 3]
you called and said, “michael, i am pregnant,” i responded
“baby girl, a baby girl might be a blessin'”
and i ain’t usher, baby, but this here is my confession
i must own it, i didn’t want it, even now, i know i’m flexin’
’cause all that raw dog s-xin’, i knew i would get you pregnant
and all this teenage love is really just about possessin’
they call it adolescence ’cause we learnin’ adult lessons
and i ain’t grown because i rolled some stones and carry weapons
i was rubbin’ on your tummy when your mommy asked for money
told me your procedure’s monday and she gon’ need like four hunnid
and had i known your mother wasn’t gon’ never let you keep it
i wouldn’t have told my partners, would’ve kept that news a secret

[interlude]
wouldn’t have told n0body, woulda kept it to myself (ooh)
wouldn’t have told n0body, woulda kept it to myself (kept it to myself)
wouldn’t have told n0body, woulda kept it to myself (promise i would)
wouldn’t have told n0body, woulda kept it to myself (ooh)

[instrumental break]
[interlude]
i thought you meant every word you said back then
so did she
but when you’re that young, you’ll promise anything
you’ll promise the world, even if you don’t really know what that means
that sure sounds good, though
but as much as you hold on, some things are still out of your control
getting older, reality hits you from every direction
people aren’t who thought they were
and, you know, you might not be who you set out to be either
but we do the best we can with what we have
and try to show love

[verse 4]
somethin’ for addicts, somethin’ for users
somethin’ for junkies and the substance abusers
somethin’ for car washers, somethin’ for shade tree
somethin’ for my uncle jeff, he died and they paid me
somethin’ for kinfolks in front of my storefront
shout out to terrence dad, i never hit your blunts
’cause that was them blow blunts, that wasn’t no ‘dro blunts
that was them geek junts and i got slipped one
man, i was geeked once, man, that was no fun
i had to call moms ’cause i am denise son
she said, “stay calm, chill out and eat somethin'”
laughed at me later on, said, “you was just geeked, son”
this is for geek monsters, this is for junkies
what ready ron did to dmx, did somebody do to you? ayy
this is for the js working hard to get paid
pay ’em fair wage and do not treat your people like slaves

[refrain]
somethin’ for junkies, somethin’ for losers
addicts and users, substance abusers
this is somethin’ for junkies, somethin’ for losers
addicts and users, substance abusers
this is somethin’ for junkies (how did this feelin’ take hold of me?)
this is somethin’ for junkies (can’t get away, won’t let go of me)
this is somethin’ for junkies (me)
written somethin’ for junkies (you’re lookin’ for the high life, hold on)

[verse 5]
woke up straight, trap was great, countin’ my money
had a quick convo with my auntie the junkie
i tell her, “baby, you been goin’ too hard lately
see, you like sixty, baby, but you been lookin’ eighty”
she said, “sh-t, michael, i been smokin’ since ’80
before the shooters, back when they still called it freebasin'”
she closed her eyes, fantasized ’bout better times
when she was beautiful, fine and still snortin’ lines
she told me stories of glory, the club sans souci
atlanta nightlife was glamour, rich, black, bougie
“a d-mn movie,” she says, puffin’ a d-mn loosie
trigger warnin’, the next moment she took a hit
she zoned out, came back, took a spit
looked at me and said, “all of y’all got the same sh-t”
she said, “michael, you say you love me, i know you mean it
’cause you still treat your junkie auntie like a human being

[refrain]
i am everyday people
i am everyday people
lookin’ for the high life, hold on

[interlude]
you’re the child of the most high
there is no high higher
and, in fact, the high you seek, you already have
it has a high no addiction can offer
it is only felt through self-love
god bless you, my child
you can run on and see what the end will be
god loves you and so do i

[instrumental break]

[outro]
this is for you, this is for me
this is for everybody, everyday people
everyday people
whether you’re free, you gotta see
it affects everybody, everyday people
everyday people
this is for you, this is for me
this is for everybody, everyday people

- killer mike

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