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letra de breakfast coke - kinetics

[chance fischer]:
look, i was drownin’ in my own p-ss
when my homie pulled me over and he told me “take a hit”
a tiny, old sample, it made my soul numb
i was feelin’ it so much, i mean we had to cut it up, make more with less
brought about more trouble for me, more or less
hit it in the morning before cl-ss to lower stress
reached the point where i did multiple lines
in solitary confined, it forced me to do time
act a fool with it, had me watching for the stool pigeons
foamin’ at the mouth, yeah, i even had a drool with it
paid a bounty for the quicker picker-upper
i could never get enough, when i was down and felt like nothing
dealt with the problems through the bluffin,’ no discussin’
all the quarrels and the luck, always rushing out of touch…but
i will never give it up
i’ll be doin’ it forever ’til it put me in the dust

[hook, chance fischer]:
tequila sunrise on my dark nights
the only thing shining is the limelight
when trying to face your fears turns to prizefights
end up going blind when you try to use your hindsight
this is a roll call for my conscience
though we’ll never see a penny for the nonsense
i gotta get up (get up, get up)
so everybody get up (get up, get up)

[dylan owen]:
i wasn’t kidding when i told em, that this music is my medicine
listen, y’all can witness it, i’m using this for evidence
if heaven is a high note off, ill take an eighth of it
spit cold turkey at your beef, bringing plates of it
cuz i ain’t playing with a flame remaining later lit
the next day, our empty containers lay on her table with
a major decision, i made to go clean with
reversing my initials on some od sh-t
hold up, these emcees always fishing for a chance
chance fisher, get ’em, finish ’em, and split ’em into pans
put kinetics in the mix, and you’ll be literally mixing
up the minerals of medicines that never will be canned
(get it?) don’t regret it, let me clench my fist
i’m addicted to the stress i live, stretch my wits
wrote another letter, told my ex im p-ssed
i’m hungry for my breakfast, i get my fix, until the…

[hook]

[kinetics]:
i’m a cowboy, i ride around and bump loud noise
kinda like the table i got with the crushed altoids
cause hip-hop just turned to a tougher market
you need a drug just to put up with these f-ckin’ artists
so while my dealer’s pullin’ up and parkin’
i’m droppin’ a 50 in the cup holder and grabbin’ a bag from the glove compartment
while i think fast, you probably buffer
i got you discombobulated while i’m gobblin’ uppers
but lil’ homie this ain’t limitless, this ain’t even adderall
this initiative is au naturel
man, you better get back, nowadays yo it seem like every single kid rap
but ain’t n0body ever really spit crack
i guess findin’ the quality c0ke is a h-ssle
i’d rather roll up a napkin and open a focalin capsule
the hunger that i have for this rappin’ is of the m-ssive type
even after all of these lines, i have an appet-te

- kinetics

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