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letra de gldn season - klevah

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dig deep into my dialogue and die along. herbal conversation. verbal confiscation
u could take the words right out my mouth and write a song. if u need consummation, eternal compilations for internal complications
i pick a vice, recite a hymn and light the bong — sip heineken or hennessy if i’m feelin 2 withdrawn
on the surface i be calm. nah i be perpin, i be nervous like i’m the furthest thing from perfect like in the furthest thing from strong
searchin takin turns i’m on a mission word is bond — gimme mercy i’m on dirt til 7:00 alarms. i’m bout to purge!

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golden season wake up еarly bird. i got that urge — golden eaglе world watch me as it turn. i’m on the edge!
don’t push me i ain’t puxxy, that’s just prey. ooh she dead nixxa — i’m overheads i’m overfed i’m over w8
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i can barely hold a str8 face. golden got me glowing. warming got me global. back n forth bipolar
these nixxas got me fxcked up! if they thought this was over. it’s been a cold october in and out the casa like til i pass out klevah casa nova
sp-cin out – explosive! and u can’t ask bout me, they don’t know shxt
inherited this golden sh-t from moses. only right i dedicate it to the bro before i get impulsive keep peakin like a pulse live, posted
this that on my soul sh-t! post-tramatic stress i learned to cope wit. climbin latters for the gold this feel like my old sh-t
tryna find the cure inside the culprit then apply it to the whole sh-t n put that sh-t it motion…n put that sh-t in motion
revolve around the world imma wakeup to some mo sh-t!

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golden season wake up early bird
if u can’t reach my line hit my twitter yo my nixxa what’s the word?
i’ll get back to you first let me i hit my herb — then interact at wit u yo i don’t mean to curve
been tryna minimize distraction but attraction is absolute. i don’t even understand my magnitude
real sh-t it just emerged. but it’s nothin less then gratitude and courage. tell the truth, i ain’t got no worries
i’m living proof see the fruits – see the roots – all my troubles and histories
see the grooves and the cuts and the guts and glory don’t get buried!
golden season wake up early bird
if u can’t reach my line hit my twitters yo my nixxa what’s the word?
minor disagreements but we good. he been waitin for my sh-t to drop…
i been plottin betta move! he helped me learn to fly, perched on pedestal but he can get a stool

- klevah

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